I heard the call again. The summon to action. My body began to drag me from the mountains against my will. Towards the call of Demon Royalty.

Have mercy on my soul, what is the world? The buildings stretch forever towards the sky. The people look to me in utter confusion. Words in languages I cannot understand. It's so loud. What are these things on the paths? No horses drawing them forward? It's so loud I cannot hear myself think. The curse in my soul burns, but the command in my mind draws me towards the heart of this strange place.

August 9th, 2031

I know what day it is again. It has been two thousand years. TWO. THOUSAND.

The King of Demons is dead. That's why his forces gave up. His daughter now rules. And so does the Angel of War, Lady Shyvera. They broke the curse. The curse on my soul. I'm freed.

But now I have a new light. The heir to the thrones. Lady Azrielle. The innocence in her eyes brought a metaphorical tear to this old knight's eye.