Covered with blood and filth he searched his way through the dark woods beyond the mines. Thunder and pouring rain... "wrath of the gods" he'd been often told. The wounds burned but at least he felt the pain. He was alive.

He didn't see it but it was there. Something terrible...watching him, haunting him. He had heard of the Elven Scrolls' tale of a dragon, Guardian of the Black Mountain and a treasure more priceless one could ever imagine. Legend or not, something drew near... and it was angrier than the gods.

By the Gods! The tales were true! A gigantic black creature smashed its Hammer in the ground and stood there still, waiting. There were no more trees, only solid rock. It seemed as if the beast was of the very same black stone as the vast mountain behind it. The Legend of the Elves: Inferia Morta!


Eyes! Filled with fire!
Capturing me and my mortal destiny
Commanding my sword once more: Arise!
Cast your sign through stone, through crimson skies!

Infinity! Immortal entity.
Let this be
There's only defeat
against the…

Gods!.....protectors of souls,
more than men, more than life
this thing's not one of yours!
Is there a way for me, for steel?
Is there a way to live, to kill?
Should I escape dragon's sight,
even the Elves don't know how they die!!!


Inferia Dominanti!


The fight began fierce.. Overcoming this was task of despair. No hit seemed to harm the beast of solid stone..

Cursed! This cannot be!
Slashing and burning with metal
But this thing still yet breaths!

Strongest in courage yet foolish in rage
Challenging Death in this state is insane.
Forged in the pits by the almighty force
Invincible death no one controls

Aaa! One hit, one cut! It bleeds!
Burning blood spilling on me.
For the first time its face twisting with pain
My efforts were not in vain!!

The grin is not of pain but wrath
The finishing chapter, unfortunate path
You're facing the might of skyforging rage
Reigning all others in this day and Age

One more mortal defying our name
A desperate attempt of glory and fame
Time to cut the string of his life
My hand is ready get ready to die.

The Demon of Night cast a terrible spell upon the battlefield blackening the dragon's eyes as it began a ferocious attack. The retribution was swift. One deadly slash from the giants claws caught him and sent him dying deep into the black woods. It was over. All was silent. The Evil remained...