The flames rose high into the night sky, staining the heavens crimson. Screams
echoed through the city as warriors clashed in the streets, their weapons
clanging like a twisted symphony of war. At the heart of the chaos stood five
figures—battle-worn, bloodied, but unbroken. They were the Crimson Fangs' elite
squad, the strongest wizard knights of their generation. But even they were
struggling. Even they could die tonight.
"Raze!
Behind you!" The warning came too
late. A spear of black lightning tore through the battlefield, slamming into Raze
Ignis, The fire knight. The impact sent him flying, his body skidding across the
rubble. Blood splattered the ground.
"Raze!" Kael Veyne,
the water knight, rushed to his fallen comrade's side, his hands already
glowing with healing magic. But the enemy didn't give them time to breathe. From the shadows emerged Ebon Requiem's leader,
a masked figure cloaked in darkness. Their voice was calm, almost amused.
"Crimson Fangs… your era ends tonight."
A final explosion
shook the ruins of Arcadia. And then—darkness.