The morning was as blue as the sea. The crisp air let out the scent of flowers traded fresh from Misthalin. The kingdom of Mithalys was up and beautiful today. A 22-year-old knight sat on a chair talking to the king. His name was Runic. He had black hair and bangs. On the left side of his face was a bang long enough to cover his eye. Runic was no ordinary knight, he was the most powerful. Wielding full Runite-Saradomin Armor and a Rune Scimitar capable of setting itself ablaze, he was ready for the most daunting of situations. One that was yet to come today. The battle had begun.