Within the days as shadows filled the lands, a golden spark moved like a swift blade cutting through the darkness. The Silver Scepter led by a golden being surged through ravaged settlements. Where others retreated, he advanced, where hope was lost, his presence was a mighty beacon. Like a single beam of light illuminating an entire room. Wherever he went, it strikes fear to the souls of demonic beings and monsters.
The first settlement, spoke of a golden-eyes warrior who violently tore through the red hoard of the undead. His obsidian blade pierced the hearts of their leaders as they writhed and disintegrate into ash. Like the storm itself, he strode into the battle with the aura of a heavenly being. Even mortals without an inner core, could not resist but submit. The air around him crackled with gold. His strikes, more powerful than the all of Corhan's storms combined, left glowing golden streaks on the earth, molten as though awakening an underground beast.
