End of February, Solar Calendar year 4423.
The Tresor Empire, Beelzebub, Byron, and Shuoli are entangled in chaotic warfare, spiraling into a Century War that engulfs the entire continent.
A barrage of gunfire, cannon blasts.
Residents near the borders live in constant fear, afraid they might get entangled any day and die an unknown death.
Within the Empire, the frequency of mysterious events has been increasing, often with people self-immolating in the streets or suddenly exploding into high-temperature blood plasma, or dying suddenly.
Unease and panic have reached a boiling point.
The second to last day of February.
At dusk.
Within the Empire, 132 Obelisks of Daylight simultaneously radiated light, golden beams shooting skyward, drawing the attention of countless residents.
Just as people were amazed, a gentle and sacred female voice suddenly sounded beside their ears:
