Fire and brimstone rain down from the heavens, the land is scorched and ash is scattered all around the now burned down forest. A man dressed in black robes stands on a rock formation situated in the center of the trees. His arm, adorned with silver bracelets leading to his full black leather gauntlets, is outstretched above his head. Within his hand rests a sword, the hilt designed with intricate ruby accents and a large ruby resting at the base of the blade. The blade itself is etched with scroll work that has the look of flames running up and down its length. A spout of flame erupts from the tip of the blade, shooting high into the air, raining back down onto the ground below.
"You honestly thought you could stop me?" The dark dressed man asks triumphantly as he looks down at three men below him. Each man wearing a different set of robes.
"ACK! You can't do this!" The man in dark blue robes says as he grabs his right shoulder, covering the wound he's received, and reeling in pain. By his side rests a sword, very similar in design to the dark dressed man, only with sapphire accents. The sword itself lies on the ground looking as though the man just dropped it from the shoulder wound.
"Oh, but you see my dear brother, with you out of the way, there is no soul among us that can stop my quest!" The man in black says with a grin.
As more fire rains down onto the forest floor, the fallen swordsman looks to two other men that are wounded flanking him on each side. They all turn to one another and nod, turning their gaze toward the man in black. The man in the blue robes rises to his feet, grabbing his sword with his left hand. He thrusts the sword into the air. A blue light surrounds his blade as he brings it down to his mouth and whispers something into the hilt. Suddenly, he flips the sword over, grabbing the tip of the blade, and throws the sword at the man in black. The blue light surrounding the sword turns into a liquid water that surrounds the blade, but is still pointed at the tip. The sword flies at a breakneck speed, slamming into the man in black's hand, piercing it. The man drops his fire shooting sword to the ground, grabbing his hand in agony.
The three men in robes quickly climb the rock formation. The man in blue runs toward his sword, sliding across the ground, and grasping it by the handle. He spins around, the blade now resting on the man in black's throat.
"It's over. You will harm no one else!" The man in blue says as he looks down upon his foe.
"No matter what you do, my quest will be complete!" The man screams as his body erupts into flame, causing the three men to jump back, away from the burning man.
As the fire burns, the three men look into the flame, seeing no body within it. The man in blue stands tall, putting his sword into it sheath, and looks at the other two.
"He's no longer here. Grab the sword he was using. We must keep it safe for the time being. Whatever this quest of his is, we mustn't let him complete it." He says as one of the other men grab the ruby adorned sword.
The man in blue drops to a knee, exhausted and feeling the pain that was inflicted upon him. He grabs his shoulder and breathes heavily.
"I feel dark days are upon us my brothers. We must prepare."