Stricken by surprise, and wounded deeply, Unluthio could barely fight off the demonic hoardes on their Northern borders. They sent a messenger across the Easulan to their old rival, Tharkas, for aid. To the messenger's surprise, the White Cloud had already recieved word of these evils, and was readying an army of ten thousand men to ride off to Unluthio.

After the setting and rising of the sun had passed, the last of the White Cloud were ready to ride off into battle. Along with their messenger companion, they rode to the Easulan, through the Checkpoint, and across the Vieth Plains to Unluthio. When they arrived, the Knights were astounded at what they saw. Word had trickled down among their ranks during the war, of Unluthio being a noble kingdom of great stone cities, lovely peoples, and prosperity, on a lesser scale than their "mother-nation", Tharkas. However, all they saw was death, despair, and destruction... The first city they came upon had been hit by the Demons two days before, the stench of burning flesh and blood was still heavy in the air, a malevolant veil that was to root itself in the sands and never leave this place for fear of forgetting what had been done. Smoke rose thick from the buildings and even from the ground itself, billowing up into the air. Bodies, young and old, men and women, lay strewn about, beaten and mangled into a state of near irrecognition. All the Knights who passed by slowly on their horses paid a humble respect to those who had died, and then burst forth to the front lines of battle to bolster Unluthio's defense against the darkness.

The defenses were in a state similar to the city the had seen. Death loomed over the whole place, cackling as these dispirited soldiers fought for their lives, only to die in defense of a charge. The White Cloud rode in on horseback, getting a mixed wave of scorn and respect from their fellow knights. Nevertheless, they rode up and took post. The defenses went for several quite days without even seeing a Demon. All was peaceful and quiet, the moon rose up, shining a gentle light upon the anxious troops, as the stars lit their path that would hopefully lead them to freedom.

About the fifth day, they were attacked. Demons flew in from above, sending out chilling cries that froze the hearts of those who had yet to hear it until that moment. Then they swooped down, leading the Orcish hoards through the line, shocking the men into fighting. The line was mingling with the Orcs, becoming a bustling thoroughfare of swords, shields, armor, men, Orc, and Goblin. It wasn't long until the Orcs retreated, the attack only lasted forty minutes. However, in those forty minutes, the White Cloud lost 1,200 men. Tharkas' pride was now down to 8,800 Knights fighting on the lines. The attacks came on and off, spread over several days, weeks, even a month. No aid came, nothing, just those 12,000 men on the line, 8,800 Tharkas, 3,200 Unluthio. Finally, the day that they had all been waiting for arrived...

The final seige of Unluthio, the Demons swooped in as they always do, but something different happened this time. Instead of the lines of men becoming a contained battle, each fighting for the lives of themselves and those next to them, the line shattered. Even the White Cloud were falling into despair. The defenses shattered like glass, and the remnants of these mortal armies were pushed back. They took up shelter in the small town of cyclen, until it was destroyed two nights later by the Demons. The Knights and their Unluthian counterparts were once again pushed back, this time to the Capital of Unluthio. After several weeks of being trapped in the capital city, the White Cloud began to evacuate the fortification. Every few nights a small band of White Cloud Knights would take to horseback and leave the hindside of the capital, in the enemy's only blindspot. After the course of two weeks, over eighty percent of the Knights had left and returned to the Easulan Checkpoint. Then, the inevitable happened...

Unluthio, the capital of the kingdom, was seiged full-force by the dark hoards. The small band of White Cloud and the remaining members in the Unluthian Knights were overrun and demolished. The remains moved back to Tharkas as the military superpower sent out messengers requesting aid from any nation or group that would lend it. War was coming to Hypeltheon...