In ages veiled by time’s deep mist,

In ages veiled by time’s deep mist, A world was born from chaos’ fist— Where flames danced high and glaciers crept, And primal powers their vigil kept. From molten depths and icy spires, Rose mighty lords of fire and ice— **Larn**, the blazing king of flame, And **Necronos**, cold with icy claim. Their war raged on, eternal, fierce, A battle dark that none could pierce— The earth itself, a battleground, Where fire’s roar and frost’s hush sound. But mortals born of hero’s blood, Fought through the storm and crackling flood— **Conan**, fierce with steel in hand, Stood firm upon the shifting sand. **Kull**, the shadowed conqueror, wise, Saw through the fire’s gleaming lies— And **Red Sonja**, blazing bright, Carved her path through endless night. **Ator**, primal with axe and might, Faced winter’s breath and burning light— While **Deathstalker**, dark and sly, Laid plans beneath the starry sky. A prophecy whispered in the wind, That balance must be forged again— Lest fire consume, or ice enslave, And all of life be turned to grave. So heroes gathered, brave and true, To face the chaos old and new— To tame the endless dual rage, And write anew their legendary page. For fire’s fierce and ice’s cold, Are stories that the world’s told— A myth of balance, strength, and grace, Of heroes who dared face time and space.