The fields were desolate, bodies lay disemboweled, torn apart and burnt. The carnage of the previous battle was fierce, the losses on both sides were catastrophic. Men, Demons and Beasts of the Void lay scattered across the battle field. The smell was dread full and atmosphere was heavy. The only sounds were those of still burning equipment and the sounds of the dying few left to die…

Upon a cliff, overlooking the scene of desolate misery a man quickly shits a tome in his left hand. Standing in a stiff militaristic posture a smile slowly creeps across his face.

„This went just as the tome revealed. How abhorrent."

The words betrayed his true thoughts, to him this battle was a grand success. He was ecstatic that the tomes prediction came true.

„With a tool as dangerous as this its owner would become unstoppable."