[b]Council was in session at Hammer's Grasp, and Lord Commander Fel was at the head of it[/b] Vel, tell me, have have the Seers been shown? [b]The head of those who used witchcraft in Sunderland in defense of the Kingdom, the Spellbinders, Vel spoke[/b] "My Lord, a shadow blankets the South, covering it in malice and evil... Four beings of vile power have been summoned... and shall bring dread upon the mainland... The Horsemen." [b]The chamber breaks into yelling[/b] "The Horsemen?!" "Can we defend from such beings?" "The Bulwark is not yet strong enough" [b]They were quiet by Fel raising his hand[/b] Quiet. Vel, is that all? [b]The old man shook his head[/b] "I'm afraid not.. another power also rises in the South.... one that causes the very ground to corrupt and freeze, the sky to turn black, their very being the embodiment of maleficence.... One word came from the Seers mouths before they were overwhelmed... Wild Hunt." [b]The chamber, this time, was deadly silent, no one uttering a single word, barely a breathe was heard[/b] "My Lord... If what they saw were any indication... this is the beginning of the Age of Dread..." No, Fel. I believe in the strength and resolve of those of the Iron's Blood. If they dare march on Sunderland, we will return these demons to the Hell they sprung from. I give my honor as Lord Commander, we will not fall. [b]The men in the room seem inspired by Fel's declaration[/b] This Council is dismissed. [b]When the room was empty, Fel still remained in his seat, thinking[/b] We must endure this.... Or all will be lost...