On the mountaintop, isolated from the thirteen kingdoms, there was an old fortress. A place where the Redgess, a group of dark magic practitioners wearing black hooded mantles, dwelt with their lord. An archmage with black veins in his empty white eyes. He was standing on the balcony and gazing into the twilight beyond the mountains.

Not for long, he rushed across corridors. On his way to his chamber filled with human skulls on the walls. He took out all his stored random magic stuff and scattered every piece all over the floor as he crawled, trying to arrange and rearrange them over and over.

A woman redgess rushed into his chamber.

"We should've sold her when we had the perfect chance," he said, as he was crawling and such. "We all know she's a threat to our house. But we..." He flung a rock crystal furiously, and it shattered when it hit the floor. He looked at her, frustratedly saying, "We couldn't even get near her if she doesn't want to!" Then he randomly arranged dried little bones on the floor.

"We just need someone powerful enough to burn her alive," the woman said.

"But before that..." He looked up at her, and he smirked, saying, "I know what's going to burn her inside."

Across the twelve kingdoms, excluding the Murdgen Kingdom, the redgesses started to teleport and appear everywhere across the planet Earth. They seized every magic practitioner, pulling them all out of their houses and from wherever they were, including what they call the Usuals when a person didn't inherit or didn't do magic.

As they all tried to fight and hide from redgesses, they were brutally and magically killed on-site, with whoever could watch and see. Whacks of slashing off heads, burning bodies, piercing hearts with sharp, long nails, and monstrously drinking hissing blood from horrendous bleeding and dismembered dead human bodies.

On the other side of the planet, the grim night was against the Sorcist Fortress, surrounded and sealed with blue flame and standing on an isolated island in the middle of a shaded ocean. Another house for white magic practitioners.

In its empty solar, the sorceress, who had threatened the Redgess, was sitting on her legs over the floor with her eyes closed. Through telepathy, she was counterstriking the redgesses, helping the sorcists who were fighting on the scene.

As she was trying to overpower, to vanquish the redgesses by forcefully pulling their damaged souls out of their demon-possessed bodies, her eyes suddenly opened and rolled back when a three-meter bright Etheric Core emerged from her seat. Then it exploded, and quickly enveloped and veiled the whole planet with its sparkling dust in transluscent blue, paralyzing humans across all three continents, and paused the redgesses from slaughtering humanity.

As thin white light lines streamed over the bouncy, round veil, flashes of scenes and events played within their visions.

Through their dreaming eyes, they saw first a crossing black condor bird that fluttered across the world. They saw how the universe collapsed into particles, into darkness, and how immortality faced its final death, leaving no souls and spirits. No energies, just darkness without life.

Then a spot of light appeared. A life. A bright particle. Then the light itself disappeared that ended the vision, and humans regained themselves.

Half of the redgesses disappeared among the wretched corpses and gathered back to their rowdy fortress.

The same bird from the vision appeared in the night sky, crossing over Murdgen Palace standing on a prairie. Its queen looked out the window of her chamber and anxiously watched how it flutters its wings against the wind.

The units of the Sorcist, who survived the redgesses' raid, including kings and queens and other royal members of the twelve kingdoms from wherever they were, rushed to the Sorcist Fortress's great hall as anything or anyone. They tried to hide themselves in plain sight as they weirdly used their own magic against redgesses and whoever got in their way.

As the others just arrived, a drenched, injured eagle entered through the window and transformed into a wizardess, who channelled black flames in her hands and dropped them at her feet, spreading the flames up her body to mend herself.

The prominent sorceress went down to the great hall and looked at each one of them as others arrived, eyeing and surrounding her.

"Where's the queen of Gartden?" She asked them.

"Their kingdom was the first to see horrid hell," the warlock in his tattered mantle answered. "And the queen herself. She fought for her soul but..."

"...they were hidden from my sight," she continued.

"They're waging an evil war, Larreis," another sorceress in a black mantle said to the sorceress. "We're here for dythurgy. We have to transfer and attach our souls to yours. That'd be the only powerful thing we think that would counter their attack before they deplete us."

"A prophecy..." said the witchess with black lips standing near Larreis, which pulled silence.

"Prophecy?" An old magess asked as they all looked at each other, babbling about what just happened.

"I was invited," Larreis said, which caught their attention. "I was invited to a private royal feast by the Queen of Murdgen. She spoke to my mind."

"You're her close confidante, but we never trust her," said another sorceress in a black mantle. "She's the priestess. She's as powerful as you are, and we don't... I do not trust her. The fact that she is not even here right now."

The mage king of Helterak Kingdom came to face Larreis and removed his crown, then said, "...to save what's left." And then he crowned her with his crown.

"What is this?" Larreis asked, steadily confused.

She was completely dazed as all the kings and queens crowned her with their crowns successively, merging the crowns into one transfigured crown on her head. Forged with rare metals and crystals. Until she had no choice but to lower her head for a young girl queen of Esomono Kingdom to crown her lastly.

They were all entranced, looking at her with a splendid crown.

Larreis removed and scanned the crown in her hands, then she gazed at them. They were hopefully smiling with their eyes.