Sometimes power is just an old veil, whose illusory power is not able to protect from the evil winter wind, twisting like a rag in the wind all those who sincerely believed in their invincibility. Sometimes human armies and all the magic of the world mean no more than a handful of sand, under the pressure of an inexorable sea surf. When this happens and the Light with its order, proposed by age-old rules, turns out to be blown out by the gusts of Chaos, only Darkness remains. Darkness submitted to the will of the Great Dragon of Tricity, whose thirst for power and victories knows no bounds.