Dragon gear:rise of trinity

Demons hadn't yet descended upon Brindlemark village, but the air was thick with foreboding. Eryndor Thorne trained tirelessly, fueled by a burning desire to protect his home. His sword, Dragon Gear, hung at his side. The village elder approached, concern etched on his face. "Eryndor, rumors of a Trinity Seven recruitment spread. You must leave, train with them, and prepare for the coming darkness."