Tales of Nyandor 6: Trials of the void

Prologue

'What do you mean the army we sent north was intercepted?'

'The only thing it could mean councilman. Aztaroth's forces where waiting at the Snowlands, our troops didn't stand a chance.'

'This is ridiculous! Are you saying that our army can't handle a handful of rebels?? what happened to the military might of Nyandor??' 'They died...' the sudden voice echoing trough the councils chamber along with a sudden chill.

'Who there?? show yourself!'

The doors to the council chamber flew open and the guards were lifted of the ground and slammed into the walls by an invisible force. A tall figure clad in black armor and yellow glowing eyes entered, his dreadful presence seemed to darker the very colors and chill the air.

'I'm Aztaroth, lord of the shadowlands and enslaver of man.

And as of this day forward, your new emperor.'

'How dare you! To just walk in here and..'

The old woman didn't get to finish her sentence as she was suddenly choked by another invisible force. It didn't take them long to figure he was doing it.

'Defy me and die....join me and live....choose now council of Nyandor...'

They all stood looking at each other in sheer terror. This thing had them by the throat and as they were making their decision the council woman fell on the floor, dead without him even touching her. That convinced them the vary instant.

'The city....is y..yours...' The council bowed, giving up everything to this new lord.

'Let it be known to all of humanity...This is the age where the rebellion ended...and human returned to their place...at my feet!'