Deep within the gilded tomb of Arktiam, eight wizened knights gathered around the sarcophagus of their patron ancestor.
“You know why we are here,” said Gerhardt.
The other seven nodded.
“To stop the prophecy, the heir must not be born.”
Suddenly, Gerhardt’s apprentice burst in, gasping.
“My liege! The Queen is in labor!”
“Then we haven’t much time. We must sacrifice one for the good of all.”
The warriors donned their armor, readied their blades, and enchanted their magical staves. Emerging from the tomb, they mounted and rode out to save the land from the demon’s reign at its start.