The Great Cosmic Continent of Sagittarius had become like a world drenched in blood and ruin.
Once the seat of the Dark Beings, now it was a shattered battlefield where two titanic factions clashed ceaselessly as if Life and Death themselves were locked in a war of attrition.
It had been over a hundred years since more than half of the Ghost Race had been annihilated, and then the fall of the Fiend Race, a calamity so abrupt and total that the entire Legendary Plains had taken notice. The Evil Domain, once a festering wound of despair ruled by Underwood and his kind, had been completely purged of Fiendish life.
None knew how it happened—rumors ranged from Divine intervention, to forbidden artifacts, to betrayal within the Fiends' ranks. Whatever the truth, their annihilation left a vacuum that the Life Faction had eagerly filled.
