An embarrassingly long time ago. Like, several centuries before, during the continent unification war led by the kingdom of Eldris—
The world had already started falling apart before the little girl began to run. Cities used to burn far away, their smoke pained the sky gray. But those never affected her; she had been kept safe and unaware... until now.
What used to be streets full of people were now piles of rubble and dead bodies no one cared about. Blood and soot covered everything from the land to the rooftops.
The very air carried a pungent smell of ash and blood. Even the wind seemed to be grieving. It whispered through the broken forests and empty hills, carrying the echoes of screams that had already faded into the afterlife.
Through this dying world overrun by war ran a child.
