Note: The book is written in the perspective of a person, which is enslaved to write down all events of the world and elsewhere. Text written in BOLD are thoughts and comments of this person. You will learn about that person soon enough.

Note2: The prologue introduces you to the world of Spell of Darkness. The introduction of the MC and the main story starts with the next chapter.

Horuna shone in the reddish, dying light of the evening sun. The warm summer wind played with the leaves of young trees, which quietly joined the rattle of joy. It was a peaceful evening in the little village close to the forest’s edge. Idyllic, the small wood constructions, which made up the village.

The children played tag between the houses while the adults tended to the fields. But they did not take care of the fields in the usual way as one would expect. Because Horuna was not a human village. No, it was the home of Earth Demons.

Depending on who is holding this book and which world they are from, a certain image of demons cannot be avoided. But it is probable that it differs from those in our world “Gaja”.

Demons were humanoid creatures, who lived in harmony with nature. Contrary to humans, they had free access to the energy of the mana current and could wield magic. One can see the magical influence when looking at their ears, which are long and folded in on themselves. Thus giving the demons the ability to sense the slightest change in the rustle of the wind. The biggest similarity to humans was the physique of the Horunans, yet their skin was different. The shoulders and elbows were covered with green leaf scales, which gave away their age. Children showed an almost gaudy grass green, while the scales of the older population were reminiscent of the needle green of a pine tree in winter.

Now the evening could have come to an end, however - by Eden - it appeared not to be allowed. A giant shadow lay over Horuna, accompanied by a shrill, fatally tortured scream, which had the villagers freeze. Their gazes fixed on the sky, they realised that the howling originated in Fachdar’s lungs. He was a dragon and the guardian of the forest. With a dull thud, he landed on the village’s main square. His azure scales, whose colour was more and more covered up by his black blood, completed the gruesome display and the fate which awaited the Horunans.

In the distance they heard galloping horses. Their neighs grew louder; their destination was clear. At first, one could only see a cloud of dust, created by the hooves beating the earth, but slowly, a clearer picture came into view. On the horses sat humans - no, knights - armed with swords and spears, ready for battle. At the head of the team of riders lead a man, whose icy gaze offered no room for mercy. Even his armour mirrored the determination to kill: While the soldiers’ suits of armour, thrown together from simple metal, were silver, his was noble, forged from the finest steel, the blackest of black and with a symbol on the chest plate drawn with the blood of his fallen enemies. Two crossed swords, sticking out of the back of a crying, winged maiden. The emblem of Terras, the biggest human kingdom.