Rise Of Pandora

The crimson sun bled into the horizon, casting long, eerie shadows across the Solstice Coliseum. Cheers, once thunderous, now echoed with an unsettling tension. Emperor Alareiks Menhara, a figure of waning grandeur, stood on the balcony of the Opal Castle, his voice a strained echo of authority, as he declared 'Conquerors' Day' and unveiled the monumental effigy of Oseraphime.
Yet, the festive air was a thin veil over deeper anxieties. Whispers of the Confessor rebellion and the brutal gladiatorial spectacle in the arena grated on the nerves. Outside the capital, King Brais Bessarion of Ereignfall, his face grim with an unspeakable urgency, desperately sought entry to deliver a warning that could shatter the fragile peace.
Meanwhile, far from the capital's deceptive gaiety, at the Mesfirian Kingdom's outer wall, the true horror unfolded. Commander Tenniss Everwood, a battle-hardened Gate Bearer, watched as the Colossal Snowpeak Woods ignited. Monstrous figures, wreathed in flame and shadow, emerged from the inferno, their war cries chilling the blood. The legends were true; the Deathknights had arrived.