In times of old, a lord of boundless might sought the power of the gods. The gods in their kindness gave to Him their power, to bring light to the lands. 

He wielded as intended until he grew weak in the heart and weary of the gods taking His might for themselves as it used to be. 

Our Lord turned to the arts of dark and corrupted the very air we took in. Not for evil, but to spread His might to all who shall be under one mind. His. From this new light, He forged legions to bend to His will, with the allure that our strength shall be tenfold that of a king, the most High in might. 

We have obtained such might, however, a foreboding prophecy has emerged. 

One mere light of His creation, so young and bright, shall rise above the rest and undo Our Lord’s work and give His might back to the gods, so that this world may never see might such as this again.