In the early days of a troubled age, undercurrents stirred. Emperors still sat on their thrones, nations trembled on the brink, and the lords of the land each harbored their own ambitions. It was the last contest among the heroes of the old era. The young still had moments of warmth, a stretch of time that seemed to filter out every nightmare.
By the time they reached adulthood, the Lie Dynasty had collapsed. The kings of the old era had retreated or died, the dynasty had split apart, and the land had fallen into enemy hands, leaving the mountains and rivers in ruins. As fate took a sudden turn, the young opened their sleeping eyes, raised their blades, and entered the struggle for power in a world at war.
The situation deteriorated, and a vast net drew ever tighter. As the game neared defeat, the sword of that fading dynasty could no longer protect the plowmen on its soil. Despair shrouded the age, with foreign tribes on one side and the remnants of the old era on the other. The emperors of the future fought through flashing blades and crossed swords to seize the last hope, then rose up in a counterattack.
