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~
Time is coming for Gold to shine
Sliver to become dull
Red will raise the flames of war
Blue will raise the flags of peace
Black will raise dark army
Green will protect the nature
Purple will unite the kingdoms
The races will collide
Families will be torn apart
The world will be in chaos.
Unite the Seven Emperors to rule the world.