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Yes, my dear friends, the sun shining on our beloved

lands seems to not be the same anymore...

from when the magic sword was handled by the black king

Akron none of us... none of us can sleep peacefully...

he's clearly preparing his plans of war to attack the

people of these wonderful valleys...

the ancient towns of Elnor and Thorald

will be surely the first goals

in his ambitious and cruel dream of conquest...

Come mighty warrior... come to help your... your...



Oh god!...oh god... no...

They found it, they found it...

the ancient words are going to be pronounced...

thanks to the cosmic power of the emerald weapon

the book of the dead kept by the dark angel is now

open and the rites of blood are going to begin...

Oh no, god!... oh no... I hear those damned words...

Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona...

I hear them... Necros,

Dagma, Atra, Krona

Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona...

I hear them... Necros,

Dagma, Atra, Krona...



The abyss will soon spit out thousands of demoniac

creatures and she will be back to lead them all...!

Why? Why? The godforsaken bitch ancient servant of

Kron will be free from the spell that was trapping her

in the crytpts of the ghostland... what the fathers of

my father were able to do is going to end...

Oh yes, I knew it... I knew it!

...the power of the emerald sword in the wrong hands

can lead to these tragic results...

I knew it!

...the waves of the oceans will soon

become giants attacking our towns...

and if we don't organize

a valid controffensive to stop those

creatures this will only be a tragic...

a tragic prelude to an announced... massacre!



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My dear Elnor, Thorald... the dark angel is now

sheding his tears...

...fight for your past, fight for

your future... Elnor, Thorald... resist... resist!