The Black Iron Army

In the distant past, a war once swept across the world.

So much time has passed since that war that the world has changed beyond recognition. Countless nations rose from ruins, only to fall back into them; countless dynasties emerged from the sands, and eventually vanished into them as well.

The world has long forgotten its memories of that war, which took place almost in the Age of the Gods. Every book and stone carving that recorded it has long since been worn away by time.

Yet whether people remember the war or not, it changed the world at its very foundations. A towering barrier of wind and sand appeared from nowhere, rising from the southernmost coast and stretching without end to the northernmost ice fields, forming an impassable wall across the continent.

From then on, this sandstorm barrier became the end of the world. To the east lay a realm where death was all but certain.

Along with this wall of sand came a power people called “the supernatural.”

As if bestowed by the gods, this power allowed its wielders to move mountains, fill seas, reshape the land, and cast all manner of miraculous spells. They could tip the balance of a battlefield single-handedly.

This power also utterly transformed the order of the world. Mediocre rulers were overthrown, and families possessing supernatural legacies became the noble houses of every nation.

But no one could explain where this power came from. They could only call it a gift from the gods.

Even so, the Lord had perished in that ancient war between the gods. The only ones still in this world were the angels created by the Lord…