In this turbulent era, the world hides brewing undercurrents: Orcs, the Abyss, the Nine Prisons, the Death Triad... Those forces that once lurked under the sun's radiance are now stirring restlessly.
Amid such a situation, for the Ashen Empire to become the true hegemon of Fianso—or even to surpass the former Holy Fadlan and claim ultimate dominion over this continent—is no easy feat.
Moreover, the Ashen Empire lacks divine backing, with only Cassius—a patched-together, barely passable "demigod"—as its pillar, often needing to mediate among various divinities.
But even so, in the face of his chosen goal, Cassius would never hesitate or retreat by even half a step.
Cassius let out a sinister laugh and briskly shook the Dragon Wings behind him, standing tall: "I'd like to see... after I wipe out these green-skin Orcs, whether you all can continue holding back."
"The apocalyptic 'Orc Calamity' of a bygone era ends here and now!"
Swish—
