An army of Battlehearts stood before the looming Nori Volcano. They were far away, but they could feel the heat and power coming from the grey giant. They were readying for war.
Farther away, hidden in the shadows, stood the Hollowhearts. They were of mixed rows, not like the neatly arranged Battlehearts. They stood at the ready, hoping for their prize chance to come to defeat their enemy once and for all.
In numbers, the Hollowhearts were greater. But they didn't know of the Battleheart's secret weapon—something the Battlehearts weren't even sure they could trust.
The Battlehearts had raised a weapon so deadly it could easily kill a Hollowheart. They had raised Schla'Gom, the old Battleheart ruler, who had been trapped for centuries and centuries in the Hollowheart's fair domain. Schla'Gom was a very large, extremely old Battleheart. He could make an army out of dirt, if only he had followers.
Tiria, Schla'Gom's strong advisor, was overlooking the supposedly-hidden Hollowheart army. "You, Isaac! Count their numbers snappish!" she hissed at a low ranking Battleheart, quite young and of mild skill. He stumbled out of his hiding place and quickly counted them.
"A score and a half, ma'am!" Isaac called back.
Tiria licked her scaly lips . It was a day for victory. Tiria was a sleek Void Battleheart with a taste for blood. She had been born from a loner pair of two other Battlehearts, her mother and father. They had soon died from mysterious reasons, and she had been left on her own. The army had swiftly picked her up, noticing her intelligence and strength were growing swiftly.
Now was her time to shine. Her time to kill.