— Record, Year 6969 —
The Human Kingdom was small back then—fragile, surrounded by threats. Everyone looked down on us. The Elves. The Dwarves. Even the Beastkin.
We were backed into a corner.
From the southern border, an army of demons was advancing.
At that time, King Altros Hunderburg sat on the throne. A ruthless man, but fair. Cold, but deeply loyal to his people. He was exactly the kind of leader we needed in those times.
Altros wasn't alone. He had seven trusted friends—more than friends. Brothers. They stood beside him through every hardship, willing to make any sacrifice to ensure humanity would rise to it's peak and make it's place among the great Kingdoms.
The Elves and Dwarves didn't attack us outright, but they offered no help against the demonic threats. In a way they wanted us to get wiped out.
Our soldiers were dying everyday and the number of demons were Increasing at an incredible speed.
