Over the ten thousand years that had followed the destruction of the Great Blood Empire, one faction took over as the leading power of the Purple Dawn Continent, dominating the other theocracies despite its status as a heretical cult: the Angra Theocracy. And of all the warriors, priests and priestesses produced by that illustrious house, two stood in their own stratosphere, together becoming the most unstoppable duo in the history of the Purple Dawn.
But on this day, those two legends had suffered a beatdown. Battered and broken by an 18-year-old youth.
Just saying it shouldn't be allowed. But thanks to a succession of alliances, bold to borderline suicidal initiatives, plus an undeniable factor of good fortune, the most improbable of results…had become a reality.
Sorry for the delay, hectic day! One more in 2 hours! I'm writing as you read this, loaded on caffeine! It will include Lyssandra's requested netcon among other things.