As Valios was entering the temple. Three hooded figures was walking out and bumped into Valios. They looked unfazed. Their robes red as blood but their language, unknown, they kept walking down the steps of the temple oblivious to Valios being there. One of them wearing a strange amulet on his neck. With only daggers on their side, they posed little threat to the fallen Prince, but still extremely rude.

On the Edge of the nearby forest standing on a branch over looking the festival stood a man in leather lightweight armor with fur on the trim of the armor, his hair flowing in the wind, a sword and dagger fastened to his sides and a bow and quiver of arrows on his back, a scar under his eye and his hair black as crow feathers. Slowly he glanced up, Draven, once Druid, now banished, carefully looked outside the forest, a Raven, he named Misery landed on his shoulder. "Mother, I know your watching, but look, look as they forget that the darkness is soon to come. Shall I bring you their Sorrow, or should i let them be." he glanced up at the sky "What should i do mother, the forest is where i have been all this time, sometimes found to take out a life, for little coin." he looked down from his perch on the edge of the forest and saw a farmer with his wife and kids, and sighed, "it would be to easy to make this family grieve, i like challenges."

Disguised like a Grave digger, a dark presence watched as the festival took place, Darko, the Fallen Dark God of Death and Fear, had returned, he smelled the fear in the air, tasted the bitterness of Death in the soil, he knew this was the perfect spot and thought quietly to himself 'This ground is to familiar' he looked around 'Yes, this was where i fell' he grinned picturing the Great War of the Gods and seeing The God of Champion with a sword to The Dark Hooded Figure, Darko's throat, 'You are Beaten Darko! You've lost. I hereby banish you to the Underworld, may you spend the rest of your days there knowing that you have lost this War.' the Hooded figure knew when he was beaten, 'So Be it Fool, but know this, I will Return. And when I do, these mortals will suffer. And Banishing me to my home will solve nothing...' The Champion of the God of Champions Rode up to congratulate his God on his victory and to tell him that the Armies of darkness are retreating '...and to have your remember this day...' the earth tore open and the Champions horse reared and knocked its rider off and he fell and grasped the edge, the endless screams escaping the earth '...I'll take your Champion, with me, and cause him so much pain and sorrow that you will hear his screams for centuries.' Darko fell into the torn earth and grabbed onto the Champion who cried out for his God and as the God of champions reached for his Champion, the champion slipped his grip and Darko laughed as his dragged the screaming Champion into the Realm of Fear and the earth Sealing shut as the screams echoed out of the sealed earth.