Verhaallijn

Deep in the mountains,veiled by forests and mist,stood a small kingdom. It was ruled by a ruthless tyrant. His name—Keith Dachaal. The king imposed his rulewith violence and greed,looting the people daily andcrushing them beneath his heel. He burned their fields,imprisoned many without reason,and let fear govern all. To leave the kingdom,submit quietly,or die and be left to rot. These were the only choices the people had. The Day of the Uprising It was meant to be a glorious ending - a triumphant reclaiming of the kingdom, won at the cost of brave lives and forged through fierce battle. The tyrant would be overthrown, and the people would finally take back their land. But when the rebels reached the castle gates, a horde of terrifying creatures burst forth from within. Yet the monsters summoned as if from the depths of hell were unimaginably powerful. Despite their determination, the rebel numbers began to dwindle rapidly. In the end, the valiant heroes who fought to the last were surrounded… and captured. Treason is a grave offense a truth universally acknowledged across the nations of the world. Yet the merciless King Keith Dachaal chose not execution. Instead, as punishment, he cast a powerful curse upon them, stripping them of bodily freedom and sealing them deep underground. Unending nightmares. Agony without reprieve. A living torment as if one were trapped in hell itself. Such was the cruelty inflicted upon the rebels. And so, the uprising met its end - and once again, the dark days returned, stretching on for countless years. Several years passed. The number of humans in the kingdom declined, while the number of monsters grew. Only a handful of survivors remained. The kingdom neared becoming a realm of monsters. Before that fate was sealed, action was taken. A spirit who opposed the monsters’ dominion secretly descended into the depths where the rebels lay sealed. The spirit carefully selected those who still held the will to defeat the king - those who, though weakened by the curse, still retained the strength to fight. Then, using magic of life, the spirit began their awakening. As the 4 began to stir, the spirit ascended from the underground to the above ground, then soared into the sky. On the way, it used the last of its power to leave magical circles throughout the kingdom to aid the rebels. Finally, it vanished into the wind. Slowly, consciousness returns. Even amidst the dark curse and endless nightmares, there was never a moment without thoughts of the kingdom, the towns, the people, the world above. How many years have passed? While bound in this place, the heart once aflame with passion for revolution has cooled- replaced, in part, by the desire for revenge. Rising to one's feet and looking around, there stand the former comrades, also awakening. There is confusion about what’s happening, but they know what must be done. The king must be defeated. Thus begins the journey- a path of vengeance, from this very place.