Pact of Flame
Stepping forth in the remnants of the country Sey, though it would not keep that name for very long, began a war of power like no other.
Its divinity and corruption would lead to the separation of both lands and allegiances leaving behind it scorched and wild lands charged with pain, loss and an unquenchable thirst for revenge that would lurk between every gravestone and cracked pathway for years to come.
We will start off our story in an already harsh domain as Nain, a small but mighty civilization, fights to defeat the last remaining frontier separating Mirran from extinction.
The Nain advanced with extreme brutality, using siege weaponry and guerilla tactics as their arsenal. But the Nain barely would enter the country before they were turned away.
As this historic war drew to a close many refugees and terrified Helman deserters fled to the countryside in the hopes of salvation.
With the end in sight, the brave leader Enser Flame fell to her knees and threw her hands up to the heavens in a desperate plea.
With the realisation of their imminent loss weighing heavily on her shoulders like the iron hand of a god she did not know, the world became silent for a moment.
So silent that everything seemed to freeze in time.
As swiftly as this silence had arrived it fled, leaving in its wake a clap of thunder so mighty that the ground shook and the strongest of men crumpled to the ground where they stood.
The sky cracked open and the clouds began to warp and twist like the bodies of serpents, forming a cyclone that would commune the heavens with the earth.
What had been a calm grey sky seemed to burst into the flames of the ether itself.
A voice proclaimed loudly in words unknown to any mortal man and the burning heavens moved in a shockwave of blood red and the oranges of a rusted sword that spread throughout the lands.
Thousands of men, women and children crouched in fear began to mutate in their crumpled defeated forms and seemed to morph until their skin had blistered and burnt away leaving no semblance of their original tone.
What once had been an expanse of mundane humans had been forever changed.
Their bodies had been reformed, tails and horns protruding grotesquely from their now sanguinary skin.
The innocent eyes of mortal men were replaced by chasms gleaming with the incessant fury of the sun.
This marked the change from the Mirran to the Ashen.
A formidable army of creatures with the heat of hell coursing through their veins had been born.
Those who did not possess the strength to control this newfound power ran rampant, destroying anything in their vicinity. Powered by the intense rage that can only be forged through deep suffering, this formidable army turned the tides of war.
The war ended with the greatest achievement of any creature be they holy or mortal.
This achievement was not without its sacrifices though. A once beautiful land had been left desolate and corrupt.
This tarnished empire and the rebellions to come would go down in history eventually leading to the war leading up to the signing of the Treaty of the Flying Baron.
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