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Ryntia, the untamed lands.

300 years ago, it was a place dominated

by the dark forces of Xanthias.

In possession of the
mystical Shield of the Dead,

Xanthias summoned two
powerful demonic minions

from the darkest depths
of the netherworld.

Tyranus, the tormentor.

And Sinder, the enchantress.

Together, they desecrated the land

with the necromantic arts,
making it a realm of undeath,

living, yet un-living.

The first to oppose the
necromancers' minions

were the Druidic Silver
Elves from Glimmerdale.

Seeking to gather allies of his own,

Xanthias used his
deceptive powers to infect

the weak-minded among them.

Many fell to this ruse,
including Bre'Gwen,

Queen of the Silver
Elves, who swore loyalty

to the dark magician in
exchange for power and riches.

But the price was high.

The traitorous elves were transformed

into gray-skinned versions
of their former selves.

With legions of undead and
his new army of Deep Elves,

Xanthias set out to conquer

those who dared to stand against him.

The evil forces were
intercepted by an army

of Grayraven soldiers led by
the king's personal vanguard

of Ebony Knights, warriors gifted

with strange mystical powers.

In the dark recesses of
the Devilspine Mountains,

Galaron, the bravest of the Ebony Knights,

corners the dark mage.

Fate was with him that day.

With a mighty swing of his great sword,

Galaron severed the
head of the necromancer.

The Deep Elves, fearing
retribution for their betrayal,

fled to the caverns beneath
the Devilspine Mountains,

forever exiled from the surface world.

While the allied kingdoms
cleansed the land

of the remaining undead
army, Galaron returned

to the Grayraven Kingdom
with the Shield of the Dead,

knowing it had to be destroyed.

But the king was weak, and the
influence of the evil magic

began to overwhelm him.

Galaron felt he was left with no choice.

He and his remaining Ebony
Knights took the shield by force,

knowing that they would be forever labeled

as traitors to the crown.

Never wanting anyone to evoke
the power of the shield again,

Galaron took it to an ancient temple,

where it was cleansed of
its evil, and destroyed.

The land was finally rid
of the unholy artifact.

And, now the story continues.

Whoa ho.

Whoa.

Looks like Grendrial's
castle is under attack.

So it would seem.

We have to help them.

Ghar, you know we're not
welcome in these lands.

We'll wait for the others.

And what do we do when they get here?

Then, with greater numbers we'll ride in

and assess the situation.

Jeris, we can't just stand by

while the cries of battle beckon.

Yes, we can.

When the others arrive, I'll
explain our purpose here.

Ghar!

So much for your elite guard.

Why are you doing this?

What have we done to deserve your wrath?

Kyriani, the honor is yours.

Do it!

I cannot.

Ithicus.

Whoa!

I thought you were growing stronger.

I expected more from my own blood.

Save him, Prince.

Face me, if you dare.

Ithicus!

Ghar!

Jeris, they must pay for
what they've done here.

Trust me, Ghar.

There are things in motion
far greater than you know.

Wait here.

You should learn to
control your warriors.

Ghar does not understand the situation.

Who would ever imagined,

an Ebony Knight kneeling before me.

Do not confuse my respect for royalty

as a gesture of subservience.

Of course not.

These men are no more threat to you.

Release them.

Very well.

You have something for me?

Yes.

The first of three tomes, as promised.

And the second part?

Of course.

She is yours.

What?

I refuse.

Silence!

You will do as you are told.

You have honored your word.

I shall honor mine.

I will await you at the cave

of the howling winds as planned.

Until then.

Jeris, what's going on?

To the keep.

We have much to discuss.

My Liege, Grendrial and her people

are being tended to in the west wing.

Thank you Aidric.

The wounds they've suffered are grave.

Barbed crossbow bolts,
serrated sickle blades,

and poison for which we have no cure.

To die on the battlefield is one thing,

but to cause such suffering...

We may have a greater problem.

Ebony Knights seen with the Deep Elves.

I've heard tales of the magic they wield,

the powers they possess.

Just stories.

They are men, like you and me.

Besides, there are so few of them left,

they are no threat.

Let's hope you're right, Ulrin.

May I suggest, sire,
with Grendrial's keep lost

they will surely focus their next attack

on one of the smaller kingdoms.

I agree.

The next kingdom in their path
belongs to Lord Breckholt.

And, that is why I'm
going to send a battalion

down with Aidric and Erasmus
to offer our protection.

I've sent our fastest vessels

to protect our coastal towns and villages.

Will that not leave our own castle

without sufficient forces?

The attacks are becoming more intense.

We must act swiftly.

Princess.

I'd like to make a formal request

to join one of the battalions.

No.

The day I send a woman to go into battle

is the day I renounce my throne.

I am as skilled as any of your knights.

That may be, but it
does not change the fact

that you are, indeed, a woman.

I respect your spirit, but
your mother trained you

in the ways of the
faith before she passed.

A faith that did not protect her

when the Reavers attacked IronGate.

Honor your mother's memory.

Use the divine powers as she did.

I have no taste for it.

I want to fight.

Your ability to heal far
outweighs your ability to kill.

A skill that can used in the field.

You're not a knight nor
will you ever be a knight.

But, Father...

Leave me!

And I expect the next time I see you

to be dressed more befitting.

Prepare your men.

You leave within the hour.

Yes, sire.

What treachery awaits us?

I know you all have questions.

I assure you, I have the answers.

Our order has suffered
over many generations.

Our numbers have diminished.

Once we were hundreds strong.

Now we six are all that remain.

In time, even we will disappear.

We have to have faith.

Faith?

Faith is what led us here.

Our legacy is to die
because an ignorant king

will not release us from a decree

made by his ignorant ancestor.

We have no choice.

The code binds us to the law.

Then we defy the law.

What are you saying?

We are about to take
back that which was ours.

We few who remain, will rebuild the legacy

of the Ebony Knights.

That's why you met with the Deep Elves.

You need allies.

Yes.

I have forged an alliance with Bre'Gwen,

Queen of the Deep Elves.

You would have an alliance
with our deepest enemy?

He bowed before them.

Tysiath, you've said nothing, please.

I haven't said anything because I knew.

What?

Jeris made me aware of his
plan and I agree with it.

Please, everyone, just hear him out.

For many weeks, the queen's
forces have been launching

hit-and-run attacks on
the smaller kingdoms.

Which will inspire King Grayraven

to send more troops to aid them.

Effectively spreading
his knights out so far

that they will not be allowed to function

as a unified force.

Making them vulnerable
when we launch our attacks

against their fortress.

We've devised a plan that
will change everything.

No more factions battling for supremacy.

You're talking about a full scale war.

Yes.

And with such an army at our disposal,

we will have the power to do it.

Listen to yourselves.

Having the power doesn't
always justify using it.

This war will end the need
for any future conflicts.

All races would be united.

Peace throughout the realm
and our order restored.

Ghar?

I'm sorry, I can't.

Jeris is leader, Ghar.

The decision has been made.

It's the wrong decision.

I hope you find your
accommodations pleasing.

They're fine,

for a prison.

You know, despite what you may think,

you are not a prisoner here.

I'm certainly not here
of my own free will.

I'm a pawn in some scheme
you've concocted with my mother.

She's using me to gain favor with you.

For what, I can't imagine.

I wasn't born into nobility.

If I'm to be crowned king,

I must marry a royalty.

King?

Do you want to be a king?

Yes.

And I have your mother's blessing.

For the last 300 years,
my mother has conquered

the subraces, taken what she wanted.

What makes you think she'll
treat you any differently?

Because she needs me.

Needs you?

In this rundown stone hovel,

with your army of what, six men?

Oh yes, I'm certain she
won't be able to last

another day without you.

You have no idea who we are, do you?

How much power the Ebony Knights wield?

Get your hands off me.

I know exactly who you are.

You're a renegade knight with no king,

no kingdom, a pale image of an order

lost centuries ago.

Pathetic.

That is about to change.

In the end, you will be my queen.

And you will learn your place.

Bride to a puppet king.

What more could a girl want?

Jeris!

What are you doing here, Ghar?

We need to talk about this alliance.

We do our talking tonight.

I'm sorry.

A knight should never strike a lady,

regardless of her...

Regardless of her what?

Again, I'm sorry.

The strike team is in place, My Queen.

Signal them to proceed.

Tonight King Breckholt dies.

Signal is given.

For the glory of Bre'Gwen.

Uh huh.

This castle is under my protection.

How unfortunate

for you!

Perhaps I should've said our protection.

Fools!

Take them!

Do you really know who
resides in this castle?

No.

Thank you, Alandra.

Was there something else?

Are you sure you wanna do this?

It's not a choice.

I have to do this.

Evil is creeping into our realm

and I mean to face it.

If someone should request my presence,

you must stall for me.

And, when that fails...

Give this to my father.

For Greyraven.

How dare you return after you failed me.

The castle was protected.

Your incompetence left
King Breckholt alive.

Which can be remedied if you
will give us another chance.

Please, my Queen.

If this blade can taste
my flesh, then you can live.

If not, you'll join them.

No magic.

Just skill for skill.

Tysiath, I'd have a word with you.

Of course, but I already
know what you're thinking.

You're conflicted.

It's understandable.

I'm not the one who's confused.

Ghar, our generation
has not seen many battles,

but our ancestors fought
in many great campaigns.

War is in our blood.

The time has come for us to fight

for what is rightfully ours.

So, you seek glory.

Don't question my integrity.

I seek justice.

You don't seek justice.

You seek retribution.

What do you hope to
accomplish by antagonizing me?

I hope to change your mind.

If we band together, Jeris
will be forced to reconsider.

That is not going to happen.

Every leader of our sect
has maintained the promise

Galaron made so long ago,
a promise to remain hidden

in the shadows until a pardon was given.

A pardon that has never come!

I still have faith.

Then you are a fool.

Your craft is strong.

But, I think you will find
that I am quite worthy.

My fight's not with you.

You're just a mindless pawn,
in a game with no winners.

You've decided to join us.

Tomorrow, we embark on the
first part of our quest.

No, we don't.

I won't let you poison
their minds any farther.

You haven't heard the
entirety of my plan,

yet you dare challenge it?

I've heard enough.

You may be the strongest among us,

but your actions have proven
you don't have the wisdom

to lead us to anything but destruction.

You may not agree with
my course of actions,

but there is no need to
dishonor me with such words.

You dishonor yourself.

Sounds to me as if you
challenge for leadership.

We are knights of the realm.

The sanctity of our
ancestors rests in our hands.

If we stay this course,

then everything they fought and died for

will be for nothing.

So, this is a formal challenge.

Yes, and unless you have
forsaken the code entirely,

the mantle of leadership will be mine

if I can defeat you in combat.

So be it.

But as the challenged, I call
for a fight to the death.

If I die, you will be leader

and can stop whatever I've set in motion.

But if I win, the Ebony Knights will ride

and our enemies will fall.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Getting us out of here.

Wait, wait, wait.

We have to leave.

I have to go back.

He'll kill you.

Contu.

Stop.

Turn around.

I need you to take me from this place.

I cannot refuse a lady's request.

But Jeris, he's got to be stopped.

I know.

But not now, not here.

Come.

Ow.

Prepare the horses.

Good morning.

You cast a spell on me.

I needed your help.

So you entranced me.

Would you have come willingly?

I saw the way you looked at me.

Your people have done
little to earn my trust.

I understand.

But I am different.

Like you, I don't believe
in the path set before me.

I felt trapped,

but your bold act inspired me.

And why would you need my help?

I am unfamiliar with the surface.

I need a guide, a protector.

And where is it you'd
like me to take you?

To Grayraven Castle.

We must warn the king.

The king isn't likely to heed the words

of an Ebony Knight or a Deep Elf.

My name is Kyriani.

Kyriani, his men would
attack us on sight.

We'll just have to find a way.

We'll stick to the trees.

So you will help me then?

I'll take you as far as the
path that leads to Grayraven.

But, after that, you're on your own.

And you?

Wait here!

No!

No!

Please!

Step away from that man.

Thank you, My Lady.

Yah!

Coward.

Prepare for death.

Are you okay?

I didn't need your assistance,

but I thank you.

You're a Grayraven Knight.

Not exactly, but I serve the Kingdom.

Friend of yours?

A traveling companion.

Traitor!

I'm not your enemy.

Then why do you openly wear
the mark of the Kingslayers?

Because I belong to the order.

Then you are indeed my enemy.

I'll tell you one more
time, I'm not your enemy.

Are we just gonna stand here?

These creatures are bold

attacking during daylight.

They must know of the coming war.

What is it?

I don't think she likes me.

Fair lady, I am Lord Shalomin Songsteel,

the Unvanquished, at your service.

We've been waiting for you.

Waiting for me?

Yes, all of you.

Please, come closer.

You have nothing to fear.

Not anymore.

He's not to be trusted.

His kind are assassins.

Is this true?

No, it's not.

Well, now that that's settled.

Come, we have much to discuss.

The camp is nearby.

I can't.

I'm on my way to join...

I know where you were going,

but that is not where you need to be.

How could he know where I'm going?

He knows a great many things,

but don't fret, he'll explain everything.

It's good to finally meet you.

Finally?

Please, follow us.

I sent for my daughter.

Where is she?

This was in her room.

Get out.

My daughter has left the castle.

She seeks to prove herself.

Oh, she is so much like her mother.

I miss her so.

She was a strong woman,
just like Isabelle.

You think I'm too protective?

I think you should allow
her to seek her destiny.

Hmm.

And, is this the wisdom
of my trusted mage?

No, the advice of a friend.

So be it, I will not
interfere with her adventure.

And, may she find the
answers that she seeks.

We better.

Hey, want some?

No, but I would like some answers.

Perhaps you can assist us.

We need to make it to Grayraven Castle

for an audience with the king.

The king would kill you if
you set one foot on his land.

I told you.

But we bear an
important message for him.

The word of an Ebony
Knight can never be trusted.

Please, let's just get acquainted.

Yes, I'll tell you the tale
of how we all came together.

Just don't sing.

All of us here were destined to meet,

to work together against
the evil of the land.

I was the first to be
chosen by the Oracle.

I've traveled with him for many years.

Caldir here was next.

We found him on the streets of Zan'Kul

working with the Red Lotus Thieves Guild,

but now he's a man of honor.

You dropped that.

All of it.

Sorry.

We met Shalomin while
sailing the Black Seas.

He assisted us during the Troll invasion

of the Firestone Islands.

It was there that the
Oracle revealed to me

that I had a greater destiny.

And Reina, strong and proud.

She joined us after we
helped her tribe defeat

the Ice Giants of the Everfrost Mountains.

So, he just randomly
gathers you on his travels?

You misunderstand.

He told each of us about each
other before we ever met.

Not only did he know where to find us,

he knew when to find us.

Just as he told us about you.

Yes, a brave knight of the old code.

The Grayraven Princess.

Princess?

Yes, two of them, one from the surface,

and one from the underworld.

What?

Surprise.

You've got to be joking.

And now the gathering is complete.

Gathered for what?

That will require some explanation.

But we have no time to waste.

I'll have to tell you on the way.

On the way to where?

On the way to where
we're going, of course.

What is he talking about?

We don't know.

He does this all the time.

If you wanna know more, we must follow.

Why are we going to the
final resting place of Galaron?

To uncover mysteries untold.

A hidden treasure
chamber within his crypt.

What treasure?

Galaron had nothing as he passed.

Right, he used the last of
his gold to build the keep.

True, but not all treasure
was gold and jewels.

Well, what then?

Magic.

Yes, magic.

Magic that will give us the
upper hand against Grayraven.

Where did you get this information?

From the Deep Elf Queen.

If she knew of this, why didn't she

just acquire the treasure for herself?

The only known entrance
is in a cave system

that spans many miles.

It is riddled with traps and guardians.

Many of her warriors tried.

None ever returned.

But there is a second entrance
within the crypt itself.

An entrance that only we
Ebony Knights can access.

It will allow us to surpass the traps

to reach the chamber and its treasure.

What is the treasure?

Over a thousand years ago
was the great Dragon War

where the mighty wyrms and their minions

fought one another for
domination of the world.

The Dragons of Order
and their Elven warriors

greatly outnumbered the Dragons of Chaos

and their Dwarven soldiers.

The battles were fierce, but in time,

the evil dragons were routed.

Not ones to accept
defeat, the Chaos Dragons

were forced to perform an unholy ritual

summoning Ahriman, a Dracolich,

an undead dragon of enormous power.

Upon being summoned, the
Dracolich used its magic

to reanimate the dead,
raising all Chaos Dragons

who had fallen in battle.

With Ahriman leading them,
the tide of the war turned,

the Dragons of Order began to fall.

The beast was not content
in just killing them.

It used its dark power to raise them,

to turn them into the unliving.

A fate far worse than
death to a noble dragon.

So the good dragons were defeated?

Not entirely, a few escaped,

led by Draconus, the oldest among them.

Anticipating reprisal,
Ahriman called up its magic

to form a protective barrier.

A barrier for what?

A runic circle that repelled any dragon

not under its control.

They had no hope for revenge.

So you would think.

But they devised a plan.

Using their combined
magic, they transferred

their very essence into seven swords.

Why?

Because in that form,
they would not be victim

to the Dracolich's defensive magic.

And who would wield these swords?

Seven brave heroes were chosen.

Heroes who would carry them into battle

against the Dracolich.

Once it was destroyed, the
spirits of those it possessed

would be freed from their eternal prison.

Glorious quest, to face
the very heart of evil.

Yes.

Before the Chaos Dragons
knew what was happening,

many of them fell as the
heroes fought their way

to their intended target.

After passing the
gauntlet of its minions,

they finally reached the Dracolich.

So, sacrificing their
physical forms was not in vain.

They fought with valor, using the swords

to deal immense damage.

But one by one, they
fell before the beast,

their bodies strewn across
the same battlefield

of those they came to save.

And the Dracolich?

Badly hurt, it fled.

And after the onslaught, only
a few Chaos Dragons remained.

But what does this have
to do with the treasure?

Be patient.

If we ride hard, we will be at
Galaron's crypt by nightfall.

So, what does all
this have to do with us?

When the warriors died
that day, the Earth itself

opened up and reclaimed the swords.

They were believed lost
forever, but many years ago,

they began to call to me.

They told me to find seven more

who were worthy to wield them.

He means us.

Yes.

Guided by fragmented visions,
I traveled across the land

searching for all of you.

Why now, after all these centuries?

Your questions will have to wait.

A ritual must be prepared.

To Galaron,

the brave.

You all remember the tales of Xanthias,

the dark mage who ruled the land

till Galaron sent him to his grave.

There's no need to remind us of that

which we know so well.

Yes, but what you may not know...

Like us, Xanthias was
a master of the craft.

At one time Xanthias was an Ebony Knight.

He was dismissed after Galaron discovered

he was using the craft
in the darkest of ways.

During his quest for more power,

Xanthias found the lair of Ahriman.

Even after all these
centuries, the Dracolich's body

was misshapen and useless.

The creature sensed the power of the craft

and convinced Xanthias to become
the vessel for its powers.

Xanthias agreed.

The Dracolich shed its body,

and Xanthias carried
its skull into battle.

The Shield of the Dead.

Yes, and because of
his mastery of the craft,

Xanthias was able to harness
the power of the beast,

power to control the unliving.

You all know the rest of the story.

Only one who is strong in the craft

can use the Shield of the Dead.

But Galaron destroyed the shield.

No.

That's what he led everyone to believe,

but it couldn't be destroyed.

It was far too powerful,
so he concealed it.

Is that why we're here,
to recover the shield?

Yes.

With such an artifact, no one
will dare stand against us.

I'm sorry, Jeris.

I believe in your vision,

but I can take no part
in unearthing such evil.

I wouldn't ask you to.

Then why are we here?

What are you doing!

Because I couldn't risk leaving

even one of you alive to oppose me.

You are not strong
enough to defeat all of us.

I already have.

Poison.

You dishonor the code.

I spit on the code!

It has done nothing but
keep us from our destiny.

Xanthias knew this.

As do I.

Surrender!

I trusted you.

You were a fool.

Your guests have arrived, My Queen.

They await you in the Council Chamber.

We have returned to the place

where the swords were born.

And like the Phoenix, shall arise

from the ashes of the past.

Kneel.

Forged in the hottest fires of the Earth,

cooled in the deepest seas.

They are unbreakable,

and will never dull.

Each possesses unique abilities

that will assist you in combat.

And defensive magic that
will protect you from harm.

You are now one with the
seven words of Draconus.

Whatever peril awaits,
you will face it together.

Why have I been kept waiting?

And why have I had to share a table

with these savage wretches?

Yes, I was under the impression

my marauders were alone in this alliance.

Relax Skel'Odryn.

Lord Aurin, we are all allies here.

I will never align my
warriors with such rabble.

Neither will we.

If you will not stand with us,

then I will assume you stand against us.

Very well, you may continue.

My warriors and assassins
have launched assaults

on the surface kingdoms.

So I've heard.

Yet, you have not seized a single castle,

nor have you secured any lands.

No, but we have caused
a great deal of discord

among the humans and elves.

Perfect, so you've
angered them like hornets.

Exactly, hornets that have
left their nests unprotected.

What do you mean?

We're spreading them
out, keeping them busy

while our true plan is set into motion.

And that plan would be?

A full scale invasion of all the human

and elven kingdoms,

all at once,

one clean sweep.

Attacking them all at once?

That would be suicide.

I will not lend my
reavers to you as fodder

in such a reckless attack.

We have another ally
that will lead the attack,

one whose army is greater
than all of ours combined.

Nonsense.

No such force exists.

What army?

The legion of the fallen,

raised with the power
of the one who controls

the Shield of the Dead.

As we speak, the plan
to recover the shield

is well underway.

Once it is in our possession,

we will be unstoppable.

And you are certain the
shield can be obtained?

Yes.

My pride will join you
for this final conquest.

Go back.

Death awaits those who
cross the threshold.

I do not know how you were
able to cross the seals,

but you do not belong here.

Why have you come here, brother?

I come for the Shield of the Dead.

Have you uncovered the secret
to its final destruction?

Perhaps, but I must see it for myself.

It lies with Galaron.

I pray that you can dispose of it

and release us from our eternal vigil.

Oracle, what is it?

Of course.

I should have known.

An evil lost has been found.

An army long asleep shall awaken.

Ahriman.

That would not be wise.

Galaron.

A gift from the Silver Elves.

I knew this day would come.

And, once again, I
would look into the eyes

of one who was summoned by the shield.

But, I did not think it
would be one of our own.

I seek to rebuild what you sacrificed.

Do you think the answer
lies within the shield?

Yes.

You are misguided.

Do you not remember the code?

Who are you to preach the code?

You, sworn to protect a king,

a king who died by your hand.

So, you are using my sacrifice
to justify your actions.

Regardless of the power
that brought you back,

you're old, once again
standing at death's gate.

I have been through death's gate...

twice.

Do you intend to take the shield by force?

I do.

Then you leave me no choice.

Our power has stopped all those

who sought its evil.

And, you are no different.

Your power is legendary,
but I am stronger.

Physical conflict is not my tactic.

I call upon all the spirits

who serve me as guardians.

In our final stand, let what remains

of all our energy

show him the error of his ways.

Die.

You will be punished, infidel.

Die, traitor.

You must die.

You have brought
us life and we are free, free.

Arrogant fools.

Death cannot take him from me.

I am his salvation.

And, he is mine.

Oracle, Oracle, are you all right?

Your vision, what did you see?

The Shield of the Dead.

What?

How is that possible?

Its power has been unleashed

by an Ebony Knight.

Jeris.

And what of the other knights,

the ones who ride with him?

They have fallen.

Is this the shield of legend?

Yes, and with its power, he can raise

thousands of the dead, maybe more.

We need an army.

No army can defeat this threat.

That responsibility is
yours, and yours alone.

This is why the swords called for me.

The Shield of the Dead must be destroyed.

I was afraid you weren't coming.

You have succeeded?

Yes.

And, the power?

Intoxicating.

You have it, but can you control it?

Why don't you ask them?

Today I begin building
the army of my new empire.

But first, hold them!

What are you doing?

Keeping a promise.

As you can see, the magic in
the swords is very powerful.

How do we use it?

A good grip, a swift swing.

I think he's referring to the magic.

Ah, it will emerge as needed.

But before the swords will
surrender their power to you,

you must complete your task.

How do we find the shield?

Yes, and the man who wields it.

They are both beyond
the Devilspine Mountains,

the final battleground of the Dragon War.

Then we better move swiftly.

We can be there in two days.

No.

You must arrive before nightfall tonight

or it will be too late.

How is that possible?

I can create a portal
that will get you close,

but my magic cannot penetrate
the veil of darkness

that surrounds the battlefield.

So we must travel through
the Devilspine Mountains?

Yes, and you must beware

of the vile denizens that dwell there.

You're not going with us, are you?

No.

This is a battle you must face alone.

The fate of all of Ryntia
rests in your hands.

I thought the energy
we wielded by tapping

into our life force was the ultimate gift,

but it is nothing compared
to the anti-energy of death.

I have never felt such limitless power.

You served me well in life.

Now, you will stand by
my side for eternity.

Begin the summoning.

And, these, too?

Is the spell of transformation complete?

Soon.

Begin the summoning.

They heed your commands.

Yes, I can feel them.

They answer the call.

They are coming.

But, the walking dead
are just the beginning.

Yes, Tyranus and Sinder.

They once served Xanthias.

Now they will serve you.

They never travel alone.

You're just paranoid.

Let's go.

You cannot leave the
confines of the circle

unless I will it so.

The skull of Ahriman.

What is it you wish of us?

I seek knowledge, a
spell of transmutation.

In exchange for this
information, your sworn loyalty,

I will sever the cords that
bind you to the sub-planes.

You would free us from our damnation?

I would allow you to
remain in this world

as long as you serve me.

Paranoid, huh?

So, thanks for your help.

I was trying to be inspirational.

I was inspired.

All has been prepared.

With the rise of the moon,
your transformation will begin.

It doesn't look so bad.

If I call upon my God, I
may be able to banish them,

but we need to get them close together.

We need bait.

Oh come on....

Take heart my friend.

There's evil to vanquish
and women to love.

Can't we just do the second part?

Anytime...

One?

One, that's it?

I think it's time to get a new god!

That wasn't so bad.

Down there.

They're being summoned.

If we destroy the shield, the
spell that animates the dead

will be broken.

Then, let's go.

This must be it.

Hand me that torch.

This place reeks of death.

Well, then I guess
we're in the right place.

Fools.

We have intruders.

I cannot wait for the moon to rise.

I must cast the spell now.

We will deal
with these intruders.

Destroy them!

Which way?

The wind travels freely both directions.

We have no time.

We should split up.

I agree.

Isabelle, Shalomin and I will go this way.

If we hit a dead end, we'll
double back and rejoin you.

May the goddess protect us all.

Ghar.

Be careful.

And you.

Oh, hold on.

Here, take that.

Caldir, don't touch that.

That's cave spider venom.

Yeah, I know.

Then you
know how deadly it is.

Yeah, yeah.

Do you have anything to put it in?

No, we don't.

We do not have time for this.

Let's go.

Do you guys know
how much this is worth?

Come on.

Looks like it opens up ahead.

I sense more undead.

That was to be expected.

These are different.

What do you mean, different?

I'm not sure, but it doesn't matter.

They bar our path.

Wait.

This symbol.

I can sense it, too.

This is the rune was used to
banish the Dragons of Light

during the great war.

How could you possibly know that?

My sword.

They say it is so.

Yeah, I didn't hear anything.

We still have to destroy it.

No.

Disrupting a rune can be very dangerous.

They're normally equipped
with a defensive magic

that will destroy
anything that disturbs it.

- Reina!
- No!

No!

What's wrong with you?

Did you not hear her?

You could have killed all of us.

The sword,

beckoned the attack.

Must be a girl thing.

Your efforts are wasted.

There are no more dragons in this world.

Ah, I see.

I sense their presence.

You destroyed it to appease the spirits

trapped in your blades.

How touching.

It seems the rune was not the only thing

they want us to destroy.

Ebony Knights.

Merely vessels animated with death magic.

I'm sorry.

That can't be good.

I sense you bring the stench of dragons

into the master's sanctum.

We carry the light that
burns away the darkness

and those who dwell within it.

Brave words.

I will savor the taste of your flesh.

Kill them.

Yeah.

Is he...

He's gone.

I can draw upon my life
force to heal his wounds,

but only if you can
restore his spark of life.

I've questioned my faith.

I don't think...

Perhaps together.

What happened?

You were vanquished.

Let's go.

There, the shield must be there.

Mother?

You've made it this far.

I commend you.

But, you have no hope

against the Spirit of the Shield.

She's stalling.

Something's happening.

Step aside, witch.

You will not interfere.

Did you really think
we'd come unprepared?

Your reign of terror ends here.

Our reign has just begun.

Ahriman.

(dragon growling

Reina wait!

Tar'i, no!

Over here, beast.

Ghar!

Jeris?

No!

Foolish mortals.

You cannot stop death.

Death, death, death is eternal.

My minions have arrived.

Feel the wrath of the code!

It's over.

The eighth dragon?

Yes, I am Draconus, the last of my kind.

You have cleansed the land of this evil

and freed those trapped within its grasp.

Your spirits are like those
within the swords you possess,

my old friends.

In the hands of those
worthy to become known as

the Seven Swords!

While my armies were chasing shadows,

you seven were vanquishing
the threat at its source.

All the kingdoms of Ryntia
will forever be in your debt.

I grant you a full pardon,

to you and to anyone
that possesses the powers

that you wield.

I grant you land that you
may rebuild your order.

Where there was evil, you
broke the chains of hatred.

You found the strength
to control your destiny,

an act that will never be forgotten.

I doubted you

and I was wrong.

From now on,

you will be known as Lady Isabelle,

a brave knight of the Grayraven Kingdom.

Rise Heroes of Ryntia!

I salute you.

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