Where did we come from, and where are we going? Struggling through the mud, scraping by among wolves? When the ancient bells ring, there will always be those who refuse to yield and raise their banners, whether foes or friends, ancient or modern...
The remaining embers flare up again, and the beacon of humanity shines once more. The story will go on... (The setting has five eras: Era One: Before the Age of Navigation. Era Two: The Dark Age of Navigation. Era Three: The Age of Navigation, or the Golden Age of Navigation. Era Four: The Age of Turmoil. Era Five: The Age of the United Nations and Empires.) (P.S. This is my first book, and I'm writing it as practice, so please bear with me. My abilities are limited, and the science may not always be rigorous. At heart, this is simply a story wearing science fiction's clothes. Readers who require scientific rigor, please don't read.)
