Long ago, when the skies were haunted by roaring dragons of metal and scraped by mountains of ambition, the world burned in an invisible inferno. Mankind stood at a loss of words and wits as they succumbed to nature’s fiery revenge.
Whether it was by faith or magic, a soul has yet to tell. But from the waning light of life an unfamiliar being was born. I trembled out of fear for the unknown in the middle of descending mayhem.
Through his eyes and sword I perceived a strength that shook my foundations of knowledge. In one fell swoop he lifted the clouds from madness. Our bleeding sun burst with a cry as it plunged into abyss.
When the peaceful night stretched over the lands, the only thing in my mind’s eye was a violent Red. An unearthly Red from an unearthly creature. The Red Horn.
From the Age of Nucleus Vol. VIII, Tales of the Red Horn
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