SOLARIUS EMPIRE - CAPITAL. 

The sky was pale like a gold -washed corpse. 

In the central square of Solarius, crusaders dragged elves, mestizos and humans dissidents of the hair. The bonfires burned in the corners. 

Temples burned incense as crowds prayed under the orders of the Holy Primate, which marched the streets with a Carmesim cloak, preaching hatred under the flag of the sun god. 

- Light purifies! The impurity will be eradicated! 

In the Imperial Palace, Emperor Hadrian Solarius II, of armor embedded from diamonds, watched him from above. 

Beside her, Empress Nivea, ancestral magician of the ice school, was furious. 

- This priest has gone crazy! He doesn't speak for the sun, or our ancestors! she shouted. 

- Prepare the steel. He will respond to the crown. He growled the emperor. 

In the black marble hall, the court nobles debated with the Holy Primate, rebuking him: 

- Your actions ruined the political balance! 

- We cannot go to war against the elves! 

- There are innocents being burned! 

The primacy smiled. Silent. 

Until ... the ceiling exploded. 

From the gray sky, Arkaaniel descended like a black spear of fire. 

His feet did not touch the floor. 

His wings of light killed shivered like shadows of stars. 

He opened his arms. 

- I heard ... denial? 

A flash devoured the nobles. All burned alive, like human torches, their screams echoing between columns. 

The emperor attacked. 

Brandizing his diamond sword, he invested against the fallen entity. 

The Empress summoned ice walls, throwing freezing piles. 

The impact exploded the floor. 

Arkaaniel, even surrounded by ice and sacred steel, just smiled. 

The black fire in his eyes lit. 

- The sky burns more than you imagine. 

With a gesture, the emperor was swallowed by a red flame, without sound, without chance. 

The empress shouted. In tears, she left for the final attack. 

But Arkaaniel was above any magic. He wrapped her in black flasks. 

In the last second, their daughter, 16-year-old Aurelia, covered by a cloak of prayers, used her mother's medallion to teleport them. 

Suburb of the Arcane Kingdom - In front of Iris's house 

The sky darkened over the crooked houses and curved roofs of the arcane city. 

Iris, the short -dressed courtesan and shy eyes, was watering dry flowers in front of his humble house. 

The air shake. A magical flash shone in the ground of dirt. 

Two figures fell: a woman in critical condition, the body burned; And a teary -eyed girl who shouted: 

- Help! Please! She is dying! 

Iris froze. 

- But ... but ... 

She ran, knelt beside the two. The heat still came out of the empress's body. 

...

Solarius - Burned Throne 

While the crowd shouted in ecstasy, Arkaaniel appeared in public, flanked by the Holy Primate. 

The people called him "the living sun god." 

The remains of the Imperial Palace smoked behind him. 

Arkaaniel's laughter sounded like distorted bells. 

Border - Tavern between two kingdoms between Solarius and Aetherion. 

In the heart of Dharmas-Kur, an old tavern exuded smoke and strong wine. 

Three figures observed through a crystal mirror: 

- A man of dark -skinned and golden eyes, dressed as a Spartan warrior, captain of the gladia kingdom (governed by an austere military code); 

- a fat trader of blue turban and jewelry in the neck, leader of Ashem-Hadar, a kingdom of arab culture mixed, mercantile and neutral base; 

- And an elf elder of violet tunic, counselor of the elaphic kingdom, sitting in the corner, sipping tea. 

- Solarius is corrupted. Mumbled Asham-Hadar's merchant. 

- War will be inevitable. - Said King's warrior of Gladius. 

- The vampire will be the key. The shadow and light chase you. - Said Nyalan, an elf of Tunica and in ceremonial costumes 

... 

The sound of a deep breath filled the guest room in Aeltherion's castle. 

Malak opened his eyes. 

He was naked, wrapped in sacred leaves and silk blankets. His pupil, Aranna, sitting beside, with tears in her eyes, cleaned her forehead. 

- You slept two days. If it weren't for that vampire, we would be dead. We are in ... Ellific territory. 

Malak nodded, breathing with difficulty. 

- I ... chase innocent. I burned villages. For years it serves blindly ... and the sword tried to warn me. I didn't hear. 

Aranna held his hand. Cried. 

- It's forgiven. 

He got up slowly, with his body sore. 

- I still have a debt to pay. 

The door opened. 

Aether, Queen of the Elves, entered - and frozen to see Malak naked, with Aranna helping him dress. 

She flushed, swallowed dry. 

- Oh ... sorry. I don't ... - She turned her face quickly and came out murmiously - ... ... Ual what a man! 

Malak and Aranna looked at each other ... and laughed. 

- Really, I didn't expect this one. - Said Aranna. 

Later - Sacred Forest 

Axiel was walking alongside Loriel, the black aura of the costume oscillating. 

- Where are we going? 

"Visit someone who may see what I don't even understand ..." The fairy answered. 

The old gypsy woman elf, Nairë, was waiting for them among the twisted trees. 

Axiel stopped before her. 

- Something is coming ... isn't it? 

- It's not coming. It's already here. And you ... You have to choose which side you are on. 

The wind whispered between the trees. 

And in the distant sky ... the sun slowly went out in shades of dark orange.