Hess Chronicles

The Helo Empire is located in a corner of the mainland, surrounded by mountains and surrounded by evil waters. For thousands of years, the people of the empire thought they were the only civilization in the world, adhering to the ancient methods passed down from their ancestors and living slowly in the closed valley. Until that day. The distant sky was torn apart by magical energy, and the fire of Hess's war crossed the impassable mountains and poured into this sleeping land like a tide. It was the first time the Helo people saw an armored puppet that could move on its own, the first time they saw a portal that could tear apart space, the first time they saw a soaring mechanical shadow falcon - that was Hess's magic energy revolution, a violent revolution that used magic to drive industry, and was carrying the entire era forward. Hilo was caught in the flames of war. The most chaotic times are often the breeding ground for geniuses. But when they finally drove away the Tartars and stood on the highest mountain in Hilo. Hess. The existence that they thought was just an enemy country was so huge and so far out of reach. It was like the clear moon hanging high in the nine heavens, quietly overlooking the land they fought for desperately. Hilo's thousands of years of conquests, glory, joys and sorrows are just a fleeting mist in the mountains under the cold moon. ——The moon will not stay for the fog.