[THE PAST]
The heavens wept dark flames, each fiery drop crashing into the earth with violent bursts, shattering stone and flesh alike. The battlefield roared with chaos as soldiers screamed, their voices swallowed by the cacophony of war. Among them, Sir Fredric rode valiantly at the forefront, his horse galloping through the choking smoke. Behind him, his men clung to their swords and spears with trembling hands, their faces pale yet determined.
"Follow me, men! Take justice upon these vile witches who plague our land!" Sir Fredric bellowed, his voice a rallying cry cutting through the infernal din. His blade gleamed faintly, a beacon of defiance against the shadows encroaching upon the Southwestern part of the empire.
