The Law of Chaos

The year 998, 2 years later.

The world has changed after the events in the kingdom of Sylphora and the resulting changes to the new queen.

The kingdom of Sylphora has expanded and grown in power under Queen Elezabeth. The 3 large cities that once stood under the banner of Sylphora have become 5 and this is just the beginning.

Velloria, the city on the southern coast, is currently on its way to conquering more territory. Namely a group of islands in the south of the continent.

The capital Sylphorath and its neighboring city Nyvaterra, located in the eastern part of the kingdom, are also in the process of spreading their power further east, close to the borders of the Dravaryn Kingdom, with which there is still an agreed truce. But this situation could cause it to crumble.

While Ithloria in the north has the freedom to expand its territory, it is not quite so easy for Eldoria in the northwest. The largest kingdom of all, Thalendriel, lies there, and even if they do not take part in wars and are neutral, the capture of territory could cause them to spring into action.

And Sylphora isn't entirely free of problems, as there are repeated attacks from the island kingdom of Nyxaroth in the southern part of Sylphora. And even if they currently have the situation under control, it could lead to further problems in the future.

In fact, Sylphora is not the only kingdom that has to defend itself against Nyxaroth on its southern shores. Thalendriel, the largest kingdom, is also having problems pushing them back. Their coastal city of Orinthal could possibly fall in the near future.

Throughout the western and southwestern conflict of the 3 Kingdoms, the Kingdom of Dravaryn is clearly doing better. Since the truce with Sylphora, they are focusing their troops on other targets. With currently 5 major cities, the kingdom is the second largest with Sylphora, but in terms of territory, they surpass them.

Their unconquerable city of Gorvath, located in the southwestern part of the kingdom, is currently on the advance to expand its territory to the west. This brings them closer to the border of Sylphora, which could of course lead to new conflicts.

Vaelgor, on the other hand, has complete freedom in the south-eastern part of the kingdom, as they cannot come into contact with another Empire or Kingdom. They are currently in the process of conquering a huge island, but they are facing resistance. Not from other warriors, but from the creatures that lurk there.

Draegoria in the north can also expand relatively freely, but they are currently not doing so. The reason for this is not known, but if the kingdom of Dravaryn, which is known for its warfare and conquest, is not advancing, there must be a reason.

Maybe it's the Varethia Kingdom that's behind that. It is located in the icy northeast of the continent, and even if it is relatively isolated, it could be a possibility that Dravaryn is leaving the land to them.

Even though Varethia is the second smallest kingdom with just 3 large cities, nobody wants to get their attention. While they are mainly self-sufficient and mostly concerned with their defense, they are extremely powerful in many ways.

They are suppliers of the rarest minerals and raw materials that can only be found in their kingdom. They are also experts in rune magic and can overcome almost any line of defense, making them a very dangerous kingdom.

And even though there isn't any major war at the moment, the world is far from living in peace.

Among all the power games of the 5 kingdoms, an unknown force is currently rising in the shadows. A very sinister one, which could have far worse consequences than a war between the 5 great kingdoms.

....

In an unknown place.

The rain fell in a relentless torrent, hammering the earth and obscuring the path ahead. The male figure in the dark hooded cloak walked with purpose, his steps deliberate despite the slippery terrain. The water streamed down the fabric, turning it a deep shade of midnight.

Beneath the hood, a mane of dark silver hair was revealed. His skin was almost as pale as the moon that was obscured by the storm clouds above, and his features were sharp, as if chiseled by a master sculptor who had studied the art of the dramatic. His green-turquoise eyes had vertical pupils, like a snake.

Underneath the cloak was a black, slightly shiny fabric reminiscent of a tactical suit. The metallic armor plate on his upper arms and forearms gleamed dimly in the lightning flashes, a stark contrast to the rest of his gear.

His dark, sturdy boots, adorned with metallic accents, sank into the mud with each step. They were made of the finest black leather, thick and durable, capable of withstanding the harshest of terrains. The metallic accents gleamed in the flashes of lightning.

The figure was Aldwyn Lyrendis, the once-celebrated hero of Sylphora, he had spent the last two years in the shadows.

After a long walk through the forest, he approached the old, remote property, the wind picked up, howling through the trees like a mournful choir. The once-proud manor house stood before him, its ivy-covered stones speaking of a history long forgotten. The windows were shuttered, and the door hung slightly ajar, creaking in the storm.

Aldwyn stepped inside, the smell of damp earth and decay hitting his nose. His eyes glowed in the dark environment, searching for something.

He raised his hand and a ball of fire appeared, floating next to him. The warm light cast eerie shadows across the room, revealing dust-covered furniture and cobwebs that clung to every corner.

Suddenly, he heard a sickening sound above him, like wet leather slapping against stone.

"So you're upstairs!" He said quietly. He shot the fireball towards the ceiling above him. The fire destroyed it and splinters of wood shot in all directions. A figure fell down with the debris and hit the floor, right in front of Aldwyn.

It was a grotesque, humanoid creature, more than 2 meters tall, with overstretched limbs and skin that resembled hardened leather. Its head was a chaotic web of intertwined eyes that constantly moved and rearranged themselves. The creature was also wrapped in a shapeless, semi-transparent cloak of threads and sinew that wrapped around its body like a living cowl.

Aldwyn stepped closer, the fireball hovering above his palm grew brighter, casting a warm glow over the monstrosity. The creature writhed in pain, its many eyes narrowing to slits as the light seared its flesh. It was clear that it was not native to this world; the essence of the Abyss clung to it like a second skin, pulsating with each of its ragged breaths.

The creature lunged at him with a speed that defied its size, its limbs snaking out like whips. Aldwyn dodged with the grace of a dancer, his cloak billowing around him. He spun, his sword materializing in his hand.

With a wide arc, he swung it down, aiming for the creature's head. But the creature anticipated his move, its elongated arm shooting out to catch his blade. The impact sent shockwaves down his arm, and before he could react, it swung its other arm into his stomach with the force of a battering ram.

Aldwyn's breath was knocked out of him, and he was flung across the room, his body smashing into the stone wall. The air was expelled from his lungs with an audible wheeze, and he slumped to the ground, his sword slipping from his numb fingers. The creature loomed over him, its eyes spinning like a kaleidoscope of madness, its twisted smile revealing rows of pointed teeth.