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"The last thing I recall is the Great Betrayal. An event of such chaos that it even effected my Lord, and even managed to banish me and my Legion." The voice goes silent, but speaks again soon after.
"I have burned many a world in my time. Though I wish that this wasn't the case. Although, all I know is war, war never changes."
A set of giant stone doors materializes in the crystal caverns of a mountain. Along the edges of the doors are markings of a language no one knows in this world, but behind them lurks untold horrors and unimaginable knowledge.
On one fateful day though the doors open and the world begins to end…
This is my first story so feedback is appreciated, just don't crucify me please.
The universe that this is coming from was created by one of my friends.
The idea of Lords was his idea, so I take no credit for it.
Though I do hope that you enjoy the story.
I will be adding tags later on as the story continues.
Thank you.