The war is upon us, prepare to retaliate. No match for their powers, we seek help from the citadel. Perched high in the serrated peaks, the cruel mountains of the mystic ones. Divine secrets of endless knowledge. Mystifying power.
Few have tried and all have failed, blind seekers of a fallacy. Damned to eternal hell, thrown from the cliffs to the spears of ice below. Paralyzed in agony, searching for the answer. Ascend towards the summit, the sorceress of unending woe.
The winds howl, the rocks crumble, taking shelter beneath our shields. The ground trembles, the path gives way, grasping at the roots of trees above.
Divine terrace of precious stone, lurking just beneath the clouds. Twin figures carved from ice, the guardians of the realm. Octagon of golden hues, a gateway to nowhere, a shrine of endless solitude.
At the center the ice cracks, the effigies now arise. Ancient giants reawakened, swinging imposing hammers of cold sorcery.
The others they did not fall, they were thrown to the spikes below. Ignite our weapons with blazing fire. Feel the hate of burning steel. Strike them down with unhinged fury. Shattered and thrown to die.
In a moment of endless silence, a bridge appears of violet fog. Through the mist we see the fortress, refracting light of its crystal walls. As we approach a door now opens, summoned to its brooding shadow. Sitting on a throne of jade, the enchantress of the skies.
"Warriors of Secartha, first to dethrone the guards. I am Neera of the Guild Of Sage. These secrets I will reveal. See the chaos rise within my magic mirror...Behold the Lunar Dawn...they've come to kill. Slaughter. Control the mystic realm. Leeching every resource until the wells run dry. You'll fight through immense, desolate, valleys of fire. The spires of Secartha shall not fall. The allegiance is formed, we'll fight back as one. With unrelenting force our foes shall die"
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