My name is Domani, I'm a Son of Onheiron, the great kingdom among Silk Hills valley.

It's been already one year from now, I was riding back home after a hard battle against the most blaspheme dragon I've ever faced named Djiskra. I had a pretty unwanted load on my horseback: a foolish girl who almost got killed by the dragon as she tried to make friends with it. I had to save her form its very jaws risking my right arm and my roam for her and than sly the dragon and ride her home.

I wasn't really glad, but the evening was clear, spring was giving grace to the land and we were finally heading home.

When suddenly those utterly corrupted rats came out form some dark cave around and got us down with them in the undergrounds of the world...

I was bad injured and weakened by the armor weight and couldn't but let them get hold of me and drag me under together with the girl and her stupid wining. The dark was filling up every spot of that world, the smell and cold were unbearable I couldn't understand a word those rats were blabbering to me, their voice was slimy and creepy and couldn't understand a word...

Under the world, in the very heart of it, in the shades of earth's soul, there they live and have cities and thousands of them crawling around in mud and scum whispering and breathing really fast, chewing on every rotten junk they find. Far away in the dark, from some unseen pit, screams and growls and noises of claws and evil engines spinning.

The girl was almost annihilate and couldn't speak a world, couldn't look up, she just shut her eyes and pushed her hands on her ears so hard I could guess she was actually hurting herself trying to squeeze that horror out of her brain. I hated her so bad, she was the cause of all this, I could have resisted if I was by myself and didn't get that bad injured trying to pull her out Dijskra's jaws!

At the end of the path was a gate, and behind the gate were lights of lanterns smoking black oil vapors in the air, the smell was intense and my lungs started burning too. In the side of the cave they dug a palace with cambers and corridors, they dug a palace for their unclean warlord and to his presence they kicked us on our knees, than he spoke:

“Well-well you got them, you got! Those human-things got sharpy brains, they got... good-good for our projects!”