They trained for years. They honed every skill. They reached their peaks and began for war. Each twenty five years old leading armies of thousands. Each honing their very being. Isaac went from being a good kid to a great man. Fredrick went from being a cruel kid to an evil man.
Isaac went to Sorincrad with questions.
"Why did you take me in all those years ago?"
"Remember, you lifted the sword."
"About that, I had a vision when I lifted it, but I can't remember any of it."
"I can help with that. Just hold still, this spell is dangerous."
Sorincrad cast the spell and was bound with Isaac's vision. He saw Titus killing Cromwell and destroying the western steppe. He saw Aace's massacre at Dragonrock. He saw Aace's infidelity shortly before the Night of Chaos. But then he saw the good. He saw what Isaac would become. He saw a leader of men, a hero to the people, and the last hero before the end. He saw two endings, one was a bright wave of light, cleansing every evil in the world, the other, an endless void. Then he saw through the vision, he saw Cromwell. He saw him through Fredrick. Then he knew. Fredrick was not the successor to Cromwell, he was Cromwell.
After Sorincrad was unbound from the vision, he fell to his knees, unable to stand.
"Sorincrad, what did you see?"
"Everything, Isaac, everything. A battle is coming. You will need to gather all good men against Fredrick, for if you don't, chaos will reign."
"Then send word across the land. I am assuming control of the kingdom by birthright."
"This will alert Fredrick. He will raise an army to match your's if you do this."
"Trust me, Sorincrad. This will work. Evil will not prevail."
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Mortimer recieved the news that Isaac was assuming the kingdom. He brought the news to Fredrick.
"He won't have anything to assume."
Fredrick turned around and looked upon an army of millions, all souls as black as an endless void.
"All hail the Dark Lord!"