Under the Gods

In the continent of Galtilan, in the year 1586 of the Calendar of the Gods, divine power and blood have locked the human world for eternity. In ancient times, mortals climbed to the top and became gods, but in order to monopolize the road and harvest the common people, they launched a holy war to destroy all mortals and cut off the path forward for their fellow humans. For thousands of years, the gods have used faith as a sickle to tame the people, and the nobles have used alienated blood as a yoke to solidify their class. The conquests of the five kingdoms are endless, the pure-blood royal family inherits the throne hereditary, and the stigma nobles are at the top. Countless low-level civilians bear the blood of orthodox ancient mortals, but are brainwashed into slavery and trampled upon by others. The refugees are like grass, and the mercenaries are like abandoned sons. The people at the bottom of the troubled times have no blood, no glory, no favor, only swords and low lives. The frosty moon war burned down the village, and the nobles slaughtered their relatives with iron hoofs. Leon Weir, a young man from the frontier, had his family destroyed and everyone survived in the darkest and desperate situation. He saw through the hypocrisy of divine power and the tyranny of blood, but refused to kneel down and accept his fate. A team of refugees named Gray Crow were born in a desperate situation in the wilderness. Only the sword stands, and only faith survives. In the chess game played by the gods, this group of humble mortals defied destiny with their flesh and blood, and broke their shackles with their blades. Mortals don't need God's blessing, we are responsible for our own glory.