Hearing the suffering voices of all the heroes that crossed the land before, my senses intertwine and become one with the ocean of bloody skulls rising above the great statue of the fallen flaming dwarves of Nurmanithô.

A dark omen makes its way into my fooled mind. I see it all now: the wisdom, power, know how. Like the phoenix I rise from the ashes of life and go towards the Western Forest of Klompithô there were darkness rules forever.

I know that the enemy within me has not been defeated in terms of cosmic hope and twilight justice. Therefore I know my soul will be tainted by a disrupting specter of apocalypse !!!!!! Ohhh nooooo god nooooo the ancient words are going to be pronounced: God Oula Forsaken Sangwe Biiiiitch Pizza !!!!

Many mighty mystical men would have lost their evil sanity to the ancient spell (my eyes) but now I know the God Forsaken Bitch has been ressurected by an old wise scroll wielded by a foolish wizard of the plains of the mystic ponds.

With the help of the wonderful people of the valleys of Elnôr and the dwarves of Thorâld I will find the inner strengh the fight the fire of doom and kill that wonderful bitch whose spells and mystic magic can betray any beard of chaos!

Yes my dear friends a new era has begun. Over is the time of slaughter, now begins the time of slaying which is very mighty different. Are we all lost to this tragic fate?...