AllazZouru
Centuries have passed since the devastation wrought by her return. Remnant has once again known peace. The kingdoms, rebuilt from ruins, ashes and loss, now flourish and stands as the foundations of modern society. Magic is known, remembered still, yet few-if any-still wield it. As the ages drifts through the centuries, it became less relevant to modern technology.
And what of the huntsmen, soldiers, and magus who survived to witness Salem's defeat? Do they yet remain, watching over this world in silence from the shadows after her demise? Or do they still wait, ever so wary of her possible third coming?
They pray it never comes to pass-for this new Remnant lacks the knowledge, strength, fewer skills, naught of their souls true potential, and scarcely the unity once forged in war that's best required to stand against such darkness again.
Could such a terrifying entity truly be defeated? Does her coven still stand, concealed beneath human flesh, surviving to this very day? The people of ancient Remnant once believed they had slain her, fooled into thinking victory was theirs. Yet deep within the world's core, she may still be slumbering-
waiting for the moment to strike.