This planet is called Terra. It has Sargon (jungle), Aegir (ocean), Ursus (snowfields), the Scorched Earth (desert), and more. The land is home to all kinds of fantastical creatures (zoologists, witch doctors, goblins, ogryns), and the planet is dotted with ruins left behind by a highly advanced precursor civilization. Bows and crossbows here are just as powerful as guns, and people can use Originium Arts (magic/psychic powers). There's also an undying, dark-skinned legion commander (Calamity/Vulcan) who serves a golden tyrant (Alyrim/Emperor/Witch King). There are powerful enemies on the moon, too, and lumberjacks from beyond the stars (if you can chop down trees, you're a lumberjack, so Gadren is a lumberjack). The whole world is plagued by one disaster after another.
“Just how powerful do you think Alyrim is?”
“I said, stop steering the conversation toward Calamity.”
“What do you mean Gadren, the weak summoner, or Calamity, the witch who got magic sickness? They're both nobodies. Only Alyrim, the warrior, is the strongest.”
“Alyrim's mother stays behind.”
“Where did the archer go?”
“What about Meimei turning invisible?”
“Next time, let Anthony handle the balancing.”
“Do Eblana and Laevatain count as Calamity witches and jungle dragons? As expected, dragons are proof of imperial blood!”
