Reinshilt was once a dark world, sunk in a state of confusion.
Until the Ancient Iron Emperor stole the heavenly fire.
The heavenly fire scorched the world, heroes melted into the earth, and the world was reborn.
Reinshilt was once a chaotic world where light and darkness fought without end.
Until the gods perished together at dusk.
Light and darkness returned to their places. Day and night began to alternate, and life flourished.
Reinshilt is now a magnificent, vast, and bountiful world.
Nations rise and fall. Ancient remnants sing songs no one knows, while young races stumble forward, cautiously reaching for the powers of magic and industry.
War, conflict, visions, ideals, vows, heroes, interests... Countless things converge in this world, together composing a magnificent symphony that has played for an age beyond measure.
Even the Radiant Folk who dwell atop the heavens, the kindred of that dazzling light, have finally been drawn in by this grand symphony. At last, they begin to lower their heads and gaze upon the entire world below.
"It's time to make a change."
So said one of them. Her words were not only addressed to her kin, but also a declaration to this stagnant pool.
