Legend has it that in the skies above a distant world, mist obscures the sunlight, plunging every mountain, river, sea, and city into eternal silence...
Everything lies shrouded in shadow... monotonous, dull, empty, and powerless.
Yet a resolute voice continues to echo through the ages here...
Awaken from your dream... God of Civilization, Child of Creation... I can faintly hear it whispering to itself.
But no one answers.
The earth begins to tremble ever so slightly, as if something special is anxiously waiting to break through the soil.
For now, let us call it the "seed of hope."
The winds and clouds shift. Light reappears and begins to intertwine with darkness, while the sky of this world slowly reconnects to the chessboard of the stars from the place where it fell.
Could this be the gift and blessing of the gods?
Millions of years pass, and the world once again becomes healthy and pure. Magic, technology, swordsmanship... the convictions they inspire surge like beautiful tides in the world of the soul.
And our story begins in this magnificent age of epic adventure...
