Prologue

“The day had been grey, dull and quite uneventful as far as Hans could tell, Except for the heightened and colder winds, which he had deciphered as the signs of an oncoming Boreal storm. Sitting on a chair made of Red, Boreal wood on the Balcony, He paid no attention to the cold wind digging like a parasite into his skin, for his mind was focused on one and one thing only.
That bloody and tenebrous day, which had transformed him into the man he was today.
He tried recollecting the events of that fateful day from the farthest reaches of his mind. Slowly, the memories coalesced together and he was able to envisage everything. From the screams of his parents and other relatives to seeing them lying in a pool of their own blood and beholding the visage of his familys murderer , it made him sick and nauseous just imagining that. Had it not been for Casper, he would have ended up in the same pile of cadavers that most of his family save Casper and Maximillian had become. He would forever remember 24th of Soldas, on the 9995th year of the Imperium. For that day had changed him forever, both for the better and for the worse. He had sworn upon the Divines that he would not falter a single bit on his pilgrimage of vengeance, and mete out the same treatment upon the murderer and whoever else assisted that monstrosity.
All of a sudden, he heard footsteps approaching him. He shook out of his trance like state and listened to the loud thuds of boots which grew louder just as swiftly as the Sanguinor had conquered and united the Old warring tribes of mankind to form the Imperium almost ten millennia ago. Soon, he heard a young voice speak out to him
“Your Majesty, you should come inside. At this rate, if you stay outside for five minutes longer, you will freeze to death”
Hans paid no attention to the young official, still having a hard time swallowing up the fact that his loving mother and protective father were dead, having been taken by Thanatos and Nocturna to their realm. He was unsure of what would happen to them though, but he prayed that they would lead a peaceful life in the Aetherius. “
He then heard another voice call out to him, which didn’t take much effort on his part to recognize the voice as that of his younger brother, Casper
“Brother come inside. I know that today is a black day upon your life but so is it for me. Markus is right. You will freeze to death soon. Not even a Northerner like you and I can sit in the middle of a Boreal storm with so little garments on.  Moreover, I do have some urgent things to talk to you about”
His brothers persuasion had worked, and he sat up from the chair. “Okay Brother”. I am coming. Before leaving the balcony, he looked at the oncoming storm and thought of the events happening all around Elladia as of late. The mysterious and brutal murders in his own city, the Greenglade rangers witnessing all sorts of sinister events and losing some of their rangers to whatever corruption had been plaguing Elladia as of late, more rumors about the Argonites and their battle plans and lastly, even more sinister reports coming in from the scholars stationed at Ultima Borealis and Ultima Australis, something told him that all of it was connected in some way or another
“A storm is going to descend upon Elladia soon, the entirety of it” Uttered Hans whilst his brother and the young official suddenly turned back to hear his speech. “With everything that’s been going on as of late, even a dumb primate can decipher it now. I don’t know what type of storm it will be but we must be prepared for it. I dearly pray to the divines that they give their creation the strength and will they need to weather this dark storm”. As he finished his speech, he took the chair in his hand and started walking down the corridor from the balcony, putting the chair in a corner of the entrance and walking ahead to his meeting room.
He was dearly hoping that he was a fool. For if he was indeed wise, then there was bad news for not only mankind but of every last soul on Elladia, be it some innocent little boy or the most crooked and abominable of murderers. He would have to weather the dark storm alongside his comrades, just as mankind had to weather it together many untold ages ago, and he dearly prayed to the gods that they would grant the inhabitants of this world the strength they needed to weather this storm.