"Disaster!" an old man said, he was thin but he had a well-designed nose, looked over 80 also had white hair that went down to his waist. He was holding a long stick that looked like a big oak tree's branch while taking a walk in a grassy field. The scene was beautiful, the bright green grass flowing due to the gentle breeze, small hills poked out of the ground, and in the center of it was a big volcano yet near it, was a valley and it was filled with swords, armor, more weapons, and skeletal remains. But he wasn't going there, no he was going to an old building. As he went inside it was filled with books, and a mess of papers, leather, and some other filth. The books were filled with words no one can understand, well, except for maybe him and another person. He dove deep into reading many of them, becoming frustrated more and more.

"AAAHHH!" he exclaimed. He continued, 'How can I do this, I'm Musifne! The cursed one!'

Then, he hears something, he looks at the table where he placed the books, no no no it was under it. He then saw a lock? 'What's this doing here?' He then grabbed it and saw words which looked like another language. 'Amazing...this is Ancient Arconian'

He then looks at a locked door. He has tried to open it but it wouldn't budge, even with MAGIC! But the lock he was holding might be the answer. So he looks everywhere, above the roof, below the foundations and ins- "I found it!" The lock always has a key, and he found it. He puts the key inside the lock and,

*FWOOSSHH

The door mysteriously opened with a breeze of wind coming from inside of it. Musifne felt a great aura of menace coming out of the door. As soon as he stepped inside of it, the door closed and he appeared to be in a different place, the room was bigger than what it looked like outside, it was filled with bones, lava, and the color of everything was dark. In the center was a demonic-looking book, Liber ab Inferno (book of hell). It had the smell of death.

"Years of finding you....years of giving up....y-"

"Who has awakened me...." A loud deep voice interrupted him, it came from behind him. A mysterious figure came, it was too dark to see but when he went near the lava, it was clear, A man with a muscular build, his head deformed, his skin, dark as the great abyss, towering 5-meters tall, his face- no he didn't have one his face was covered by a helmet. And finally, his hands had a more human one, and in them, tools. He was the blacksmith, the creator of the seven weapons of both good and evil. The one who was with the two 'gods' in the beginning, Magnus Ferrar.

"Who are you....what are you doing..." His voice echoed through the room.

"To take the book?" Musifne said in a questioning tone,

"So...it has begun..." his deep voice was fading as well as his body, turning to dust.

"huh, weird"

As he took the book, the room he was in began to change, shifting into the outline of the old building. The book became a normal one. 'And now, the world will burn'

Meanwhile, in a stone tower in the middle of a desert, lived a man who had been there in solitude, looking out the window. 'so it has begun'

The sky was filled with red, dust made its way up, all around the lands it can be seen. A few people knew what was happening.

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The beginning of the End.

Musifne was standing at the foot of the volcano, the center of the continent. He has the book in his right hand, and in the left his staff. 'Finally, I will ascend into greatness, and DESTRUCTION' he chuckled, "here I go" he sighed,

"Domine Deus omnium mundos, qui destruit pluribus trillions interfectorem ad te voca me adducere hoc mundo ad infernum!!" he says the incantations, at first it was silence, the only sound that was there were the sounds of birds chirping, but then.

*CRACK

The ground was shaking, like an earthquake. The volcano was changing, lava exploded out of it, and the rocks were forming an arc. Then a tornado came. After all of that happening and the dust, the tornado cleared. It can be seen. The giant gate above the volcano. The land near it has been destroyed, the once grassy place, now barren.

As Musifne goes closer to the gate, he reads the symbols that were there. 'Pandite vos peribitis si inoboedientes et inferni' Now standing near the giant door. It opens

*CRACK

Lightning hit him; his screams of agony could not be heard. But it didn't kill him, instead, it changed him. His skin bubbling and changing into something, something that makes his skin fiery.

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After a minute of transforming, he now looks like a muscular man, towering 6-feet, flames on his body, blood trickling down everywhere, his skin looking black burnt. And his face, devoid of ears, devoid of a nose, and his mouth having sharp teeth. But all that hideousness is hidden by a helmet that had two horns spiking outwards but bending towards the helmet.. Musifne then looked at the gate as Seven People came out, they looked like him but they had different sizes and weapons.

"So...you.....are....the....one...." one of them said, its voice was deep and throaty, it was holding a hammer, it was 4-meters while the user was a good 7.

"Yes, I am" Musifne said with the same deep and throaty voice,

"So,...he has....called....upon you...to free him" a different voice said, but instead of the deep and throaty one it was croaky, it seems it was the short one, standing in 3-meters, it may be smaller than the others but it was still a danger. It was holding a Scythe.

"While we would like to introduce ourselves, I'm afraid, they're hungry" another deep and throaty voice said gesturing to the gate, the same as the one with the hammer. Standing in 5 meters, it had a flail. So Musifne went inside the gates and found millions upon millions of orcs and trolls.

As Musifne looked back to the Seven.

"I need one of you to destroy a city" he said, trying to choose which one to pick for the job.

"You!" he said, pointing at the one with the Scythe,

"I have a name you know..." he said as he flew? Away.

"They will see the power of a sin" Musifne growled menacingly.