After days, the knights slay countless evil. The sun no longer shines upon the world. The time of humans has ended, and the dawn of resurrected evil has come. Sunlight is gone, only cold destruction remains. In the afterlife, the fallen knights will prevail, for the evil that has fallen shall be forsaken. The gods have abandoned humanity and scrounged all hope. The rivers no longer bear sustenance. The world is dying near nothing remains. The evil has taken the lords land. There is no one watching over the world, and the blanket of evil oppression has come. A warrior questions the gods in his final prayer. Why have you left us? Can you not see what is to become of humanity? The final stand is neigh, and the valleys of escape have been overrun. The remaining warriors board their ships and take off towards the sea. They shed one final tear as they cast themselves away from their past home. The flame of their kingdom has been extinguished but they stand together sword in hand. They fight off the evil in their new home where they land in order to make a new home. The battle will never end, and the warriors of the night are the new kingdoms only defense. There may not be tomorrow, and thoughts of being conquered by the evil are almost unbearable. They do not want their journey to be in vain. The invasion shall feel the power of the kingdom.

The knights appear over the mountains victorious in their battle for the valley over the invoked evil. They remember what it was like to be free without fear of invasion. Hunting down the evil day and night, many warriors are warped by the things they have seen. The beginning of time has begun, marked by a raging war. Many young warriors are being captured and tortured for nothing. Their deaths are in vain. Previously they lived in a land where sacrifice was rewarded by the gods, they now are given nothing for their lives. Yet they ride towards the evil and fight with their weaponry. For to retain freedom, there must be sacrifice, and deeds must be done. The warriors slayed many dragons, but were not prepared to fight this new evil now referred to as "their enemy". They are crushing our hope, and hope is all we have left. Many new knights rode in from distant lands, wounds fresh from battle. They've lost so many it seems worthless to resist. To be victorious, there must be sacrifice, and destruction of old morality. War brings a new change in life.

There is a battle for the land the invoked evil has begun to conquer. A lone warrior rides out to face the encroaching evil. The symbol of the kingdom is held high as the warrior bellows his war cry. He fights onward, defeating the encroaching menace. His fellow knights come to aid him from over mountains and across seas. They stand united ready to face their foes. With thoughts of freedom in mind, the warrior raises his sword to the heavens. His knights follow his lead. The essence of war clouds their vision. Unable to decipher night from day, yet they see their shadows. Warriors in full metal armor. The wounded rise up willing to defend their kingdom, whatever the cost.