Tens of thousands of soldiers marched toward Vaeloria, prepared for war.

Aradon stood atop his castle walls, watching.

He sent no envoys. He offered no surrender.

He simply raised his hand.

And from beneath the earth, the creatures rose.

The battlefield became a nightmare. The beasts shattered steel, crushed bone, and ripped through entire legions. The army that sought to destroy him was slaughtered before they could even reach the gates.

The war ended before it truly began.

The three great kingdoms lay in ruins. Their rulers were dead.

From that day forward, no one dared challenge Aradon the Dark.