In ages past, in a mythic era, A battle shook both heaven and earth. The brave warriors of the gods raised swords of light, Facing the dark creatures of shadow. Thunder roared, the sky split apart, The gods' wrath echoed through the world. The gods of wind, light, and war Each used their power to strike down the darkness. The creatures emerged from the shadows, Spreading fear and despair. With black wings and burning eyes, They sought to devour the dreams of mankind. The warriors of the gods stood firm, Raising high the flag of courage. Finding hope amid despair, They carved a path of light. The battle's fury crumbled mountains, And made rivers flow backward. Yet the gods' power, unceasing, Cleft the darkness with blades of light. In the final moment, the heavens opened, The voices of the gods resounded. "Let peace return to this land once more!" The shadows of the creatures vanished, light was restored. What remains in the wake of battle Is the glory of the heroes. Passed down through myth and legend, The tale of the holy war, eternal. Saint War
