It's been more than a thousand years since the war between the humans of Midgard against the monsters of Glast Heim Castle began. The war has been prolonged endlessly, without any sight of end. It has been so long, that people didn't even remember what they wish to accomplish in this war. All they remember is that the monsters are their enemy, and only death that can be occurred between the relations of human and monster, whether the human or the monster that died.

But, the battle was always a lost cause for the humans. No matter what, the monster was always stronger than the human. Even one monster was able to overwhelm 10 human soldiers. Sword, arrow, bludgeon, even magic are not completely effective against them.

The only reason that the humans was able to withstand the monsters for a thousand years, are their overwhelming numbers and strategy.

No matter how strong a monster are, they cannot withstand the power of 100 people assault at once, combined with their intelligent of war tactics.

Combine all of their numbers, and the monsters number are actually lesser than 1/50 humans number.

But even that was at its end.

The monsters always reappear again and again. As if making things worse, they've even grown stronger, and more appeared than before. No matter how many the humans are, or how smart they are, they are helpless against an endless horde of monsters.

And they are at their limit. A thousand years was a really long time for humans to fight back. They are exhausted. They are losing their strength. They are losing their hopes. A hope of ever win this war. A hope to return as heroes. A hope to protect their beloveds. A hope to live in peace. There is no hope in this God-forsaken land.

One by one, the cities of humans fall, completely overrun by monsters. Almost no resistance can be given. It's a one-sided slaughter.

There's only anger

There's only regret

There's only confusion

There's only sorrow

There's only emptiness

There's only death

Screams and cry can be heard everywhere. Everything seems hopeless, the land was overrun by death, with the monsters as its army.

Until…. What appears as the answer of God, show itself in front of them.

He appeared, they appeared. The legendary guild consisted of the 12 finest humans in all of the Midgard, known as the Valhalla Dragons. Rumored to be the soldiers of Valhalla, with a higher class status than any people, no one other themselves that may hold their title. The guild was leaded by the charismatic Emperor Grandt, with his right hand man the Philosopher Caen, followed by 10 generals, known as the Warrior Farlion, the Blade Master Cyanea, the Cardinal Deanark, the Baron Gereos, the Nihilister Serena, the Rune Master Xeyon, the Mystic Knight Lumia, the Ballistair Riel, the Beast Master Marlene, and the Dragon Slayer Ferkard.

With his charisma, he led the Rune Midgard army to a new possibility, the one with a hope for the end of war. One by one, he led every battle to victories. And not only that, with Farlion, Gereos, Cyanea, and Ferkard as their front-line unit leaders, the morale of the Midgard soldiers raised considerably. No monster was able to break through the defenses provided by Serena, Xeyon, and Riel. No wounds that cannot be recovered by Deanark. No beast that cannot resist a command of Marlene. No citizens shall be slayed under the protection of brigade under Lumia's command.

And, as if to further increase their overwhelming advantages, on one fated day, Caen the Philosopher announces something…

"We can only win with all of our strength combined! Not only us, the twelve dragons of Valhalla, but all of us, including you guys!"

At that time, he introduced to the people … a completely new power.

"This is the power that will turn the tides of battle! This is the power to purify this world! This is the power to cleanse those abominations that terrorize all of you for more than a thousand years! All of you! This is the time to raise your weapon for our victory!"

"FOR OUR VICTORY!" the crowd cheers.

This power, was known as the "Phantasm Trigger".

This power awakens a hidden trait of humans, giving them a skill that may rival even the monsters, though not all of skills give each person this kind of ability. Each person will awakening a skill that will be special to themselves, though it is not rare for the same skill can be meet in other person. This skill is greatly influenced by the said person's soul. And the skill can even evolved with more different variant, following with the growth of the person's.

This power is so powerful, that the monsters were completely overwhelmed, and the humans gain an upper hand against the monsters.

But even so, the war still continues. As if they are immortals, the monster reappears endlessly, Again and again. And so, the war continues, but with a new hopes. A hope of the promised victory.

And as times passes by, it marks 10 years after the Valhalla Dragons appearances. The story, of the young swordsman with his companions, as they carve their names in history.

To be continued...

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