[Meglobob]

The prophet had returned from the shattered lands of death in the west, he brought news of a great battle and finally a great victory for Crystalmist, man and the tower. It was the latest good news, in a seemingly never ending stream of good news.

Chuck Morris, Ermor's pretender had been killed in the heart of his dominion by half a dozen air mages, lightning bolted to death. The Praetorian guard slaughtered to nearly the last man, hundreds upon hundreds of undead burned to ashes and a dozen behemoths destroyed before they could even complete there charge.

What remained of Ermor would most likely fall back to there capital, to embrace death. The only question, would it be at the hands of man or pangaea?

It was almost certain that Ermor was where those two empires would meet, would it be a cold war between two titanic empires or instant war? Time would tell...

Crystalmist had shed her dragon form, some time ago and was in the heart of man. There, along with countless other mages across the empire of man, mighty conjurations were being cast. Host after host of magicial beings came into existence to fight for the tower of avalon. Hidden troops moved into position, eyes and hears sent a endless stream of information back to the tower.

In truth Man was far stronger now than ever before, Ermor had been eliminated using barely a third of the Tower's power. Also Man had command of every sphere of magic air, earth, fire, water, astral, nature and yes even blood and death. The empire was most active and full of industry. Crystalmist, Man, the Tower of Avalon was ready for what would come next...