As the Second Industrial Revolution swept across the continent, the age of sword and sorcery faded into the past. Cannons and machine guns shattered the pride of mages, while factories roaring with steam brought the old order to an end... Even the once-great gods of destiny had fallen into decline. The vague, otherworldly legends of antiquity were dismissed as superstition, and the wheels of progress rolled onward, seemingly grinding everything from the past to dust.
Yet the elves of the north had never forgotten their dark hatred. The post-Prophet's gaze remained fixed on the lands of Zhongbang, while the shadow of the Great Cold Wave circled the entire world. The Third Age was about to enter its final apocalypse... And the story of our protagonist, the savior of this world, begins in an unremarkable little town in the north.
(Serious tone, yuri)
