[Post-apocalyptic, magic, multiple races, varied political systems, nation-building, conquest]
There was once an era when the whole world was united. The king’s gaze pierced the heavens, but his ambition spread like a wildfire, burning peace to ashes. In an instant, thermonuclear light melted the continents, geological upheaval awakened unknown anomalies, and the iron hooves of other races trampled civilization. The old world crumbled to dust beneath a storm of artillery fire.
Now humanity struggles toward centralized unity amid the roar of gunfire and the words of religious scripture. An ancient demon empire stands amid the ruins, its fate of renewal or destruction still undecided. Orcs ride the tide of capital, their greedy eyes hiding ambition as they wait to unleash a storm. The proud elves are at daggers drawn with every faction over the slave trade. And out-of-control automatons, like grim reapers, carry out their orders of extermination without question, leaving only silence in their wake.
The tide of magic overturns the old order, while new forces reshape the world. Ancient technologies, lost to history, are also awakening amid the ruins, where glory and danger intertwine. At this moment, Gestalt being Hua Qichen transmigrates across dimensions and arrives. He is an army unto himself, advancing fearlessly through a hail of bullets, determined to end the wars.
When he crosses the divisions between races and unites their many forces, he achieves dominion over all. Then he raises a hand and points to the stars, his words ringing out with conviction: “Our journey leads to the sea of stars!”
