Much has changed in the world since the World Scrolls were visited by the Eepscan scribes and historians. Truly, the shadow has shrouded even more of the world and has put its inhabitants in a deep, mesmerizing fear of darkness, and light.

The plains and mountains of the west continent have fallen under the dark blanket in the greatest of ways. It has been oficially discovered that this new threat of Thrainenlith has his stronghold located in the mountains upon the highest snowy peak, not far from the former place of Reseru's citadel. Swarming now with the eerie mourns of the undead, and the anxious battle cries of the Dark Elves, not a life would dare step close to these mountains. These brooding mountains, awaiting their time to strike.

Lord Gnarthax, situated from within his dark stronghold in the Dragon Isles in the south, tried to aid his ally Thrainenlith in the scourging of the world, but his former agents, the Dragon Clans, have been rebelling against the dark lord, and thus Gnarthax has been losing his edge in this game of life or death. Preoccupied with keeping his most valuable and deadliest forces under his command, Gnarthax hasn't so much as threatened the forces of the Light in an alarmingly long period. Seeing that he is not the great terror that he once was, a great many of his ground forces have abandoned him, and joined up with the new darkness Thrainenlith. Gnarthax ponders nonstop on how to make his name strike a chord of malice and fear in the souls of all once again.

Thrainthenlith on the other hand, seems to be ahead of his game. With growing forces of rotting, undead flesh every day, and his newest addition, Reseru, he seems to be unstoppable. Knowing well of his growing power of Gnarthax's forces and his own mass of undead missionaries, he knows he will soon make his move against his brother Lossenlith. Should they battle, it's possible that the race of Elves shall be annihilated. Thrainenlith awaits with his Dark Elf minions for the perfect time to make this battle and quickly reduce the greatest race to nothing but a myth. Then, he shall unleash his full army upon the world.

And just when desperation seems to flood the vision once redeemed, a small spot of light draws the attention of all. However, chaos reigns in these hearts of Light, also. Kalaban, having resurrected Azalare and recieved him once again as a prodigy of the Light, has angered The One: Archie. Archie, feeling that Azalare's traitorous actions were too great to be forgiven, challenged the god Kalaban's decision. What began as a debate soon escalated into an arguement, and in practically no time the two were in a feriocious battle, unleashing everything they could summon on one another, laying absolute waste to the beautiful mountain upon which they fought. And, to everyone's surprise, from the thick smog of smoke and shroud stepped Archie. Kalaban was spent, and had given up. Archie, seizing the moment, began to rally the Army of Light. If he, a mere Human boy, could beat the god they worshipped, then why should they worship and depend on him? The proof was obvious, and Kalaban couldn't defend himself. The Army of Light left Kalaban, following Archie onward to battle.

But there is one, one who still remains in the deepest, darkest corners of our woes, who proves the most evil, and will put all his cards on the table; to bet nothing, to win everything...