(Following Heroes 5 and expanding) In the 990th year of the Seven Dragons, the prophecy of the "Dark Messiah" by the sons of demons Sareth and Arantir failed, and the forces of hell were dormant again, waiting for the prediction of a lunar eclipse by the Blind Brotherhood. The creatures on the continent of Ashan have had a rare hundred years to recuperate, but under this fragile appearance of peace, endless undercurrents are surging. Power, power, wealth, and desires are endless, and the hatred between forces is also everlasting. I don't know when, maybe, the next moment, the peaceful air of Yashan will be broken by the whistling of arrows and the clash of swords. Asha watched everything in Ashan in the cocoon of the moon, quietly watching the thread of fate of all living things. Now, the new warriors will be woven into the web of fate. No one knows what their arrival means to the continent; no one knows what the continent is looking forward to: war or true and long-lasting peace...