[ WP ] He planted a kingdom and now he prepares to water it with blood .

He alone rose from the ashes of his fallen empire, destroyed in the chaos of the Division War. He chose to create a bastion, a sanctuary for those who had lost everything and had nowhere to turn to. Using forgotten relics from wars past, he cured the diseased lands and erected spiraling cities out of the earth. He transformed the corrupted plants and trees into their base forms, allowing plentiful harvest. He reversed the chaotic state of the animals; and put them to work in the fields. They provided for a nation of rejects of war, all scorned by their own nations for daring to dabble in darkness. For daring to do whatever they could to help protect their own. 
 
 Within several decades, the town had grown into a mighty kingdom and continued to grow, expanding out onto the horizon. It became less of a town for rejects, and more of a bountiful, blooming trade giant. But the reputation of being a town born from darkness never left it, it had soon become ingrained into the culture of the kingdom. 
 
 The darkness was originally a last-ditch effort to attempt to turn the tide in an endless battle. But with the creation of the new kingdom, it had quickly transfixed itself into a part of daily life. The use of darkness quickly spread from nothing but an offensive tactic of the town watch to an everyday practice performed by all citizens on a daily basis. 
 
 He was horrified, and rightly so. The beautiful kingdom that he had created with his own two hands had turned into nothing but a fast spreading beacon of moral depravity. The vision he had for a kingdom born from the harshness of war had faded. 
 
 Try as he could, he could not reverse the change that had transformed his town. He could only sit and watch as his dreams fell before him. But from hopelessness, an idea was born. 
 
 The King went to his tower, and made his way to the relic chamber. In which the ancient artifacts pulsed with magical power; pumping life into the city. His attempts to reverse the darkness with them had failed, and he knew there was only one thing he could do. 
 
 Placing his hands upon the relics, he let out an ancient chant. And within moments the city was filled with tremendous screaming. The water became tainted. The earth became corrupt. The beasts returned to their chaotic state; turning upon their masters. The very structures which had stood firm since the towns inception came crumbling down in an instant. 
 
 The King looked out at his creation, consumed by the darkness they thought they could control. 
 
 He knew he was next.
