Prologue

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Date of the log: November 1st,Year 997, Millennium 41st.
"I will die on Ruskaria" that was the only thing in my mind that moment, I did not know the reason why I had that conviction, whatever made it birth it was unknown to me and yet the thought clings like a virus, growing behind my eyes taking deep root within my mind, it almost felt real enough to the point of spreading it's venom to the rest of my body, like a true disease I couldn't get cured off. "with my fury channeled and my blade ready, within the coming days of bloodshed and flame, I shall draw my last breath and when my brothers return to the stars, my sword will be placed on a pedestal, my ashes will be spread all over the surface of Cyberia and my armor will be displayed in the hall of The Obsidian Phoenix". My name is Enzor Joseph Cralius the IIIrd, former Captain of the 5th "Shadow Paladins" Battle company of the Cyberium crusaders, Veteran of the Tyrannic wars, Brother of the Deathwatch, warrior of ultramar, Son of The Lion, Warden of Cyberia, Captain of the Platinum knights, and this is my story.

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