Alien Crown

This is the best of times. After the War of the Roses, the vassal states are seeking changes. Various schools of thought are traveling around the country to make suggestions and implement their ideas for the lords. Closed classes are flowing again. An unprecedented ideological liberation. The storm of political and military changes is about to sweep the world. Exploration and development, courage and forge ahead are the confidence of this era. This is the worst of times. In this world that has been deeply shaken by the green tide, honor and chivalry have entered their final decline centuries after those great deeds. Debates and duels can no longer solve the various problems of this era. A shadow made of iron and blood quietly envelopes the entire world. This is the age of miracles, when battleships breach the oceans, contraptions tear the skies apart, spellcasters step out of their towers, and legends rise in the shadow of civilization. This is the eve of war, the prelude to a great era. The golden tiger is taking a nap, the apostle of the morning light has not yet awakened, the silver queen is growing silently, and the Khan of the scorching sun is dormant with cold eyes. Green Frenzy, Frost Furnace, Blood Feast, Blood Ball.... Disasters that could tear the world apart are just in their infancy. Roland, who came from time to time, carried his simple beliefs and threw himself into this great change that no one could stay away from. He stretched out his hand to try to strangle the throat of fate.