Once upon a time, a terrible fate had befallen a near by Abby. A demon named Kirunak had slaughtered all the monks, dragging bodies and desecrating them in his catacombs, leaving nothing behind.
Except for one brave monk that had survived the slaughter and wanted revenge.
He tracked down the demon Kirunak to his wretched catacomb and decided to rid the world of his evil doings.
Upon entering the catacomb, the monk found huge traces of blood and bones, probably left-overs from his fellow monks.
He looked at it with disgust and vowed to avenge his comrades.
Near the old pile of bones, probably from a bygone era, he noticed a weird scroll.
He picked it up and it turned out to be a map of the old catacomb.
He now had the necessary tool to navigate through the darkness.
Upon entering the first of the rooms, he found himself among piles of undead monsters, followers of the demon.
Poor souls.
With the power of Einhasad, he engraved the holy symbols and dispatched the undead monsters, sending their soul back on the righteous path.
After further investigating the rooms, he found a little library, containing old books. As he read them, he found out that this, in fact, wasn't a catacomb, but an old elven temple, stolen and corrupted by the demon Kirunak.
As he investigated further, he found more and more traces of slaughter inside the temple.
He prayed at the altar, for the sake of the lost souls, once inhabiting the temple.
With rage in his heart and dedication in his mind, he continued to purse the demon. He found himself once more in the company of evil.
Exorcising the ghost and undead as he walked straight to the center of the temple.
He found the main corridor, leading to the main hall.
Massacre everywhere he looked.
"How twisted must his soul be?" - thought the monk
Finally, after all the grotesque he had witnessed, the demon Kirunak was in his sight.
He prayed to Einhasad for strength.
Enhanced with the holy power, he started exorcising all of the demon's minions.
"Who dares enter my realm?" - whispered a deep voice "you shall not leave this place alive!"
Having used most of his mana to fight the minions, the priest had no choice left but to face the demon head on.
He fought with the last breath he had.
For his friends. For his beliefs.
He finally delivered the lethal blow!
As the demon perished, he grab the monks shoulder and said:
"you won this battle, but you will never win the war!"
And disappeared into the abyss.
The monk was successful in fulfilling the oath he swore and could now live in peace. His heart was heavy with burden and sorrow over all the lost souls, but somewhere deep inside, he knew he had to live for their sake too.
As he prayed, he mumbled the words- "I will..."
