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A crowd was gathered. In the forest there were at least 200 Dar'rian gathered, talking to each other, whispering about the king that had returned to them. On top of a high tower, somewhere in the middle, the doors of the balcony opened. Everything went silent, even the birds' sounds, the winds howls and running animals seemed to have stopped living. The world was dead, and it was waiting for one man to walk on stage. Terry walked through the doors.

"You have long awaited my return."

Sounds in the crowd grew louder again.

"It is him!" "He has returned to us!" "Impossible..." "Is this real?"

There was only one man, red haired, who did not speak. He had an eyepatch over his right eye. He was staring at Terry, taking everything he said in, slowly, but very carefully.

"It is time... The mages are almost at war. They expect infinite power. As your king, I command you to eliminate all that stand in our way. We will form an opposition to all mages. None of them will survive. Find them and kill them, even if it takes a thousand years..."

And so the Thousand Year Mage War began.