Tryst lays stunned on the ground, his side burning with pain. He was surrounded by dust and debris, the floor was cracked and covered in chunks of stone. Trysts blonde hair was no longer in a middle part, but it lays messy around his face. Zarak was standing over him, tall and powerful. He picked the 17-year-old boy up by his throat and threw him into a burning house. "That weakling is the one who defeated my father?" Zarak and his army burned the entire town to the ground and left no one alive, at least they think they did... Tryst wakes up because of the pain and heat, he is laying on the ground with a large wooden pillar on him, he tries to get it off, but he is too weak. The fire is getting closer and closer, he is not fully conscious, and he can't see clear. Right when the fire is about to get to him, he hears a deep voice followed by footsteps: "Hurry! There may be survivors!" The last thing he remembers before he loses consciousness again is the building being split in half and lifted by a magical force.