Their separate quest came together, all their destinies rely on each other. The common enemy shall be slayed, by destinies intertwined, by the hands of the fates themselves. Fire shall triumph over magic, Steel shall slay the hordes, curses lifted, and tension disbanded. The price of freedom is steep, one life shall end, one shall weep, two will dance with poison. And the last, Will have to claim, from his brethren, His rightful title, and the blessed steel, To save the beast of, fire and ashes. From the clutches of death itself. ~Prophecy of the slain~