Lightning streaked through the sky as a man appeared from a dark alleyway. He was dressed in a dark cloak, shrouding him in shadow. As he walked down the street, the streetlights closest to him would fade. Two others, a male and a female, joined him from opposing alleyways as he continued along to his destination.
Time seemed to pass slowly, until they arrived at the tallest building in the entire city. They wasted no time, as they were on a mission, and their enemies would soon be in pursuit. They entered an elevator, and rode to the top floor. When they found access to the roof, only the first man went up, the other two stayed behind to guard the stairs. He locked the door behind him.
As he made his way to the cement railing, he pulled a sword from his hip. He stepped up on the edge and raised it above his head. The air around him gathered with an enormous energy. As the energy gathered, he felt other presences appear around the city. They were coming for him. He had to hurry.
The man was considered a radical, his goal was to eradicate most non-magika users, and enslave the rest. After this night, everyone in the world would know his alias: The Count.
The city below erupted into chaos as The Order teleported in. The Count's allies moved in to stop them from interrupting him. The city was alight with magika, all of the reminents feeding the powerful spell The Count was about to unleash. As the battle continued, the city air felt heavy, the magika concentration in city swelled. The time had arrived.
The Count spoke two words: "Blade Fall". Lightning struck his sword. Above the city, millions of swords started materializing, each one with an ethereal blue glow. One by one, the blades started to fall. It made a beautiful sight; a glowing blue rain over the dark city. As the blades approached the other buildings, they went straight through them, seeking out the lives inside.
Hundreds of thousands lost their lives that night, and The Count escaped. As soon as his spell had been successful, him and his followers vanished, teleporting to his hideout. He wasn't seen again for decades.