"Throw away all these sacrifices. Now."
Xing Ye, the legendary mage and founder of Nord, the greatest nation, vanished during the final battle against the demons.
When she opened her eyes again, five hundred years had passed.
The nation had fallen, its once-great cities buried under snow, and even its once-disciplined army had become a chaotic horde of marauders.
"Chosen One, what should we do?"
"Get lost, you bunch of vermin."
To rebuild Nord, she had no choice but to gather an army anew. She had hoped to coexist peacefully with the Empire, but this time, all that answered her were guns and flames.
"Brothers, for our future, kill these followers of the evil gods!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
