Lately, I've been spending much of my time hunting and trapping for furs in the Dark Forest. A few evenings ago, I was headed into Dundee, my pack bulging with furs of a quite successful hunt. I had no more than gotten into Dundee when I heard the Crier's call.
It seemed all of Valorn was under attack, almost simultaneously. Demons had infiltrated Dundee, had amassed in the Southern Plains, The Endless Desert, outside of Altitan, as well as other places. I advanced as quickly as possible, felling demon after demon, their assault seemingly endless. There were times when my muscles ached and cried for an end to this madness. But I continued to advance.
I was beyond exhaustion, when Korba the Faithful helped me find the strength I needed to advance on the Demon army.
"You are doing well, Elisabeth."
With these simple words, I said a prayer and felt a new surge flow through me, my body rejuvenated. I owe many thanks to Lord Blaze, for I truly wouldnt have made it through the assault without his enchantments.
I played just a small role in this attack, overall. And now I understand the role that we all play in the future of Valorn.