The War That Should Have Ended
This world has ended—yet it was never given the chance to mourn. From the ruins of the old civilization, a new and brutal order was born: magic and machines were forged into weapons, cities rose atop shattered foundations, and history was rewritten by the victors. In Galmasca, slavery was legalized in the name of reconstruction—and slaves were turned into soldiers, thrown onto battlefields so the “free” world would not have to spill its own blood.
A man—one slave with no future—is forcibly drafted into Galmasca’s military. He does not fight for glory or hope. He fights because if he doesn’t, he’ll die sooner. But on the battlefield, he loses something that should never have been the price of the world’s stability. From that moment on, war stops being about survival—and becomes about revenge.
His search for answers drags him deeper into the state’s war machine: operations buried from official records, cities sacrificed in the name of “necessity,” and lies repeated endlessly so the world won’t collapse under the weight of its own past. Each step toward the one responsible for his loss only tears open a greater wound—that the world’s destruction was not an accident, but the result of deliberate choices, inherited across generations.
Caught between the urge to retaliate, the need to stay alive, and a system that requires his blood to keep standing, the former slave learns a truth no one ever taught him: this world does not endure because of justice, but because of lies repeated until they become reality. And if he chooses to demand the truth, he may have to become the enemy of the very world he wants to destroy—
or save—on his own terms.
