In the Suzaku Continent, war has been raging for five hundred years.
What would a person's state of mind be like if he had been displaced and running for his life from birth to death? Going from the flames of war to the world, and leaving the world in the smoke of gunpowder, such helplessness and helplessness can only be deeply understood by people living in troubled times.
It is said that there has been chaos for five hundred years, but in fact it was more than five hundred years? The peaceful years that only existed in ancient times have long since withered with the changes of history and become a legend passed down by word of mouth. As time goes by, they become more and more out of reach. The separatist territory has been divided for so long that even historians have forgotten how many years such chaotic days lasted...
The Han people, the Hu people, the Qiang people, the Xianbei people, the Mongols... Have stepped onto the stage of history one after another, establishing legendary regimes one after another, but then being overthrown one after another, and the cities that were wandering in the flames of war once again fell into the never-ending reincarnation...
I don't know when a prophecy has been circulating on the mainland: He who knows the secret will win the world. As a result, forces from all directions mobilized all kinds of experts to search for them. But as generations of explorers failed, the mystery seemed to have turned into a myth, just the last comfort in the hearts of the people. But as everyone knows, such a "mystery" has attracted the greedy curiosity of the trendsetters, and the overt struggle has turned into a secret contest, with success or failure hanging on a thin line...