Age of Catastrophe: Waltz of Blood

Time and space have deflected, and the history of the continent of Eris has reached the most absurd and cruel fate. The Germanic Kingdom unlocked the power of ultimate magic first, burned through the defense line of the Anled Alliance, and firmly seized the strategic initiative with devastating blows. Germanica unified the western part of the continent and became the continent's top power; a group of vassals of Germanica took advantage of the situation to divide the interests. Their iron hooves spanned the world and shrouded the entire continent under a gloomy haze. The established powers that used to be arrogant among the others have all fallen into disgrace. They either wait and see the changes, endure and obey, or directly become puppet vassals; the maritime hegemons who once traveled all over the world are trapped on isolated islands and can only survive and passively defend; the emerging powers on the other side are addicted to the beautiful fantasy of isolation, watching the fire from across the shore, quietly silent. This is a bloody era where mountains and rivers weep with blood and creatures scream. The country is in ruins, the people are struggling and groaning under the shackles of power, and civilization is trapped in a dark order and struggling to breathe. But despair is never the end. Under the dust of despair, there are still sparks and undercurrents, hidden variables. The fate of sinking, or the new life at dawn? Should we fall into the endless bloody purgatory forever, or break through the long night and usher in the bloody dawn...