Far to the east, a dark force was amassing. A horde of enemies, emboldened by the growing weakness of Nor, prepared to strike. The Warbringer, a warlord whose name sent chills through the hearts of men, sought to conquer Nor and make it his own. He had heard of the three princes and their fabled strength, but he was undeterred.
His army was vast, his generals cruel and ruthless. He knew that the princes had grown complacent, their people distant from their faith, and he intended to exploit their weakness.The winds of war began to blow, and soon the kingdom of Nor would face its greatest challenge yet.In the palace, King Balthor sensed the coming danger.
He called his sons to his side."Darkness is coming for us," he said.
"I feel it in my bones. You three must stand together, as you always have, and defend our people."Andros, Calen, and Kyros listened, but they did not feel the same urgency. They had fought many wars before and had never tasted defeat."Father," Andros said, "we are more than prepared. No army can stand against us."Calen nodded in agreement. "With my spear, I will scatter them before they even reach our gates."Kyros grinned, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "Let them come.
We will remind them why Nor has never fallen."But their father's face remained grim. "Do not be so sure. Strength without faith is brittle. You have forgotten the source of your power. Remember the God who has watched over us for generations. You must return to him before it's too late."
The princes exchanged uneasy glances, but none of them spoke. They had long since stopped listening to the old stories.
Their focus was on the impending battle, and they believed that their strength would see them through.