The world did not end in a bang or a whisper, but rather, one scream at a time in a slow, horrific and brutal war. The battles had raged on for days, weeks, maybe even months, as metal clashed with metal, explosions erupted and shook the ground, and magic casters yelled out spells to encase and demolish their enemies.
Beings of magic, of new and old, humans and the like had join forces against a common enemy. They were, rightfully, called, ′The Blights’. Creatures of evil, malice, and death, with milk-white eyes and black skin that seemed rotten, just like their Master.
But these creatures were nothing more than a nuisance, compared to their generals. The Generals were three powerful women called the Morrigan, loyal only to the Master, and given gifts of an unholy trinity. These gifts cost hundreds of lives, but this was war, which wasn’t uncommon.
But, unlike every other war, this one was meant to happen, as the End of Days. With such battles, there is always a way to stop it. A ray of light and hope in this ongoing dark and desolate demise of all the good in the world, chosen by Gods who can not or will not intervene. All in the form of a prophecy, a hero, and an ancient weapon that can defeat the Master.
Though, in this case, its two weapons loyally alongside heroes whose destinies intertwine with each other, for better or for worse.
The only question now is, where do we start?