At the peak of an ash covered mountain a small band of simple people hold together the last remnants of life un-corrupted by the ever encroaching abyss. Standing atop watching as the distant lights of the last city fall the one place they had all known as their home as they look at the base of the hill they spot a man in silver armor layered with a deep blue cloth his face is not visible as he emanates an aura of darkness next to him standing at his left is a man wearing white robes his face covered in a golden mask, he is holding a spined blade in his right hand and a staff in the left. To his right there stands a woman covered head to toe in black armor holding what looks like only the handle of a sword but it appears to be missing its blade. at the feet is the encroaching black cloud of the abyss forming as a torrent behind them and crawling through this mist an army of undead soulless creatures. the man in front wielding a blade coated in black flames. With a very soft word pointing his sword forward, and to the horror of those few standing atop by the entrance to the sanctuary of the light, all of these soulless creatures surged forward as the few survivors began to fight back, the witch caster her dark spells, the assassin supporting with his few sorceries and skill with his blade, the clergy woman supporting them with her miracles, the protector and his great hammer leading the charge beside him the deserter knight finally keeping his oath and even the traitorous trickster himself with his shield and spear finally finding purpose and reason to fight defending the last spark of light from this onslaught. in the back covering the last sacred spark of light sitting next to its guardian. The protectors were being pushed back despite their best efforts the hoard was to much and it was overtaking them and as they reached the entrance the guardian pulled out his blade leaving the spark to the shrine maiden running through the gate wielding his sword covering it in flames leading the front line using the light of his flames as a beacon to push the darkness back. Upon seeing the guardian, the Silver and Blue knight slowly walks forward his flames and darkness surging almost with excitement upon the challenge, his two faithful servants following closely behind as they charge through their hoard engaging the guardian in combat as the guardian sprints away from the rest keeping them out of the crossfire while the battle rages. The last survivors manage to hold back the line but as the fight continues the guardian is struck repeatedly unable to handle the three knights finally being struck down as he collapses he turns to ash with this hope seems bleak for the last few survivors. Just as the mist from the abyss encroaches upon the entrance the shrine maiden walks through the fog barrier leading to the spark, a weak smile is spread across her face as two pillars of fire erupt from behind her. One of the pillars is a warm, comforting, full of hope, a bright golden pillar of fire. The other Molten red, passionate, intense, surging fourth. As the Pillars erupted the undead hoard halts slowly backing away from these to beacons of power, for the first moment even the 3 dark knights step back hesitating from feelings unknown to them before now... from fear. Bursting through the fog two massive orbs of flame surge out pushing back all those in their path, however the last survivors are untouched by these tender caring flames, as the flames subside two men stand their in front of the group. The one from the golden flames wielding a simple straight sword well taken care of, wearing a simple knights helmet and steel armor, in his other hand a Massive shield made from stone wrapped in chains. The second man from the Molten Red flame is wearing head to toe black smooth rounded armor, except for his head which is covered by a hood, in his left hand an elongated kite shield, in his right a massive black blade, both men had their flames emanating from their body as they look to each other and bump fists before slowly stepping forward. The hoard races back to get away from these two new warriors. The knight wielding the blade coated in black flames and his two followers however step forward accepting these new challengers, the only thing separating the two groups is the coiled blade of the guardian embedded into the ground. This would be the deciding battle between the Flames of Life, and the Dark Abyss. The final showdown of the Lord of Order and th Lord of Chaos versus their former brethren the traitor Lord of Eclipse.. fallen seeking only to corrupt the last spark of light. Now the true Lord of Dark.