A familiar landscape appeared before his eyes. “It’s been a while, Fort Ruina,” Capt. Abraxas whispered with grim expression. Of all the realms of Nevareth, Fort Ruina is the only place he’d rather not step on. He respired as he turned off his GPS and replaced his sack on his right shoulder.Looking at the black sky and the mechanical ruins that make up the territory of Fort Ruina, Capt. Abraxas couldn’t help but wince at the painful memory that the land emanates. Images of the lush forests and clear springs that he once enjoyed; the brilliant sculptures made of gold and ores; the excited grins of budding engineers and mechanics who were once his students and friends; the smiling face of his two bestfriends, Capella and Procyon appeared before him. How long has it been, ten years? 30 years? It has been a long time ago and all of these things have died with the land. They died along with Fort Ruina during the first war, leaving only painful memories and the energy of hatred that consumed the land.
For years, he sealed his memory in his subconscious; living his daily life with the wisdom of a sage but the memory of a babe. Now that the seal was broken, all of his pains and fears returned to him like hurling water escaping a broken dam. Pale and paralyzed, Capt. Abraxas fell on the ground; his eyes, wide and blank.
“Capella, Procyon…stop this insanity! This is not what you want! You’ve been deceived! Stop…please…” he cried helplessly, overwhelmed by the illusion that his subconscious unleashed.
Capella and Procyon were his two closest friends. They worked together in the Sage Tower, aiming to bring Nevareth back to its former glorious state. They always had different ideas but there was no argument that they were not able to resolve before sundown. Until, one day, Procyon passed a new decree. The edict that will allow the opening of dimension and summoning force that humankind could never understand and better leave alone. Procyon believed that with this new source of power, the Tower of Sages will be able to hasten the restoration of Nevareth’s lost technology. However, Capella disagreed. He believed in the power of humans, there was no need to expose Nevarethan to unnecessary risks.
Nobody expected that from that argument, a new war would explode; a war that would last for generations, dividing Nevareth into two nations.
Capt. Abraxas sprang from his delusional state. Sweat ran down his face as he realized something. “The war, it will begin soon.”
Calling all Cabalists! Prepare to stand your ground as the two nations collide in the biggest war ever waged in Cabal Online.
Reach the required level and join a nation before the Scheduled Server Maintenance on August 12, 2008 to get a chance to win a +5 Osmium Set with 3 slots!
Cabalists who are able to complete “The Cloud of War” quest by 1:00PM of August 12, 2008 will also get 10 Odd Circles and will qualify for the raffle for Osmium Armor Set +5 with 3 slots.
Do you have what it takes to defend your nation? Then show us what you’ve got and you might just get one of these rare items! Don’t forget, the event cut-off will be until 1:00PM of August 12, 2008 only.
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