Chapter I
The End of an Era

Suddenly the tower shuddered, multiple explosions in rapid succession were wearing the stone structure down fast. At this pace the building would collapse. Through the large gaping holes the explosions caused, troops could be seen below locked in combat. Neither side was willing to give an inch: they would die first. There was so much death already, and only for this small castle town, the last bastion of hope for the Kurosawa Empire. It would be the final stand. They couldn't take Goldar for that would be a blow from which there would be no recovery.

Down below in the thick of battle fights a man named Rex, his tan skin covered in scars that vouch for his skill in battle. He was deep in battle with some obviously green recruits. The veteran warrior spun on a drake and thrust his sword through the iron chestplate of the man in front of him, then lifted the poor bloke and threw him off the sword with a mighty swing. The impaled man flew swiftly through the air and crashed into one of his comrades with a large metal clang. Their other friend started to run, which made Rex laugh sadistically. He broke into a rage filled spring, jumped off a nearby cannon and flipped through the air. The soldier ran under him, unaware of his current dilemma.

As gravity took charge of his body, he grabbed his foe's chin and neck. He then gave his body on final twist, allowing him to snap the boy's neck, killing the soldier instantly. Rex allowed himself a moment's respite as he checked the battlefield. Something was missing, but he couldn't place it... Wait, the dragon and the Emperor!


Atsuzuri ran across the roof, hoping to buy enough time for his friends to escape. He desired to manage to give them at least a few seconds. The Citadel of Blood was slowly coming into his destination in sight, he recklessly started to sprint; however, as he picked up speed, the roof in front of him suddenly erupted into dragonfire. "Of all the damned Infernal they could summon, I get their dragon?! ...Assholes." The man attempted to stop himself from sliding off the edge; the fall would kill him. As he felt himself slowing down, he breathed a sigh of relief. ...Then he heard the wings flap behind him. He heard it's titanic wings flapping behind him and started to panic. He desperately tried to think of a plan, and then it beast rammed him off the roof. He narrowly missed grabbing the edge and found gravity. His heart stopped for a moment as he realized what was happening. Atsuzuri let out a fearful scream. As he fell, he tried to grab onto a clothesline below him, but it snapped on impact. The last thing he saw as he plummeted towards the ground was the beast flying toward the Citadel—toward the very place he told his friends to flee. And then he saw no more.


"In the end you've got two things that belong to you: your Humanity, or lack thereof. Jarus claims you're born in your class and nothing will change that. Regardless of what you choose to believe, nothing is the same and everything is dying." - Goldarion Steel-Fist
There was an age before this chaos, of peace and harmony, pride and prosperity: the Age of Eobrydan. But of course, with all light comes a darkness. The other nations were taken by surprise when Erebus invaded them all simultaneously, and after long Kurosawa fell into the control of Erebus and his Dark Hands. Erebus, with the surrounding lands under his control, decided to capture the largest and last piece of Moraban: the Tacitus Empire.