The falling leaves told a tale ..
A tale of a young man who struggled within a cruel world, unaware of the terrifying truth waiting ahead.
The world was shifting. A war loomed on the horizon.
A war crueler and darker than any that had come before.
The Empire was preparing.
And so were the Ultras.
Those extreme factions ... mysterious and unknown to the rest of humanity... inhabited an entire continent of enigma. No one knew how life there truly was.
For that land obeyed laws far different from those of the civilized world.
The continent of the Ultras was split into two parts:
One made up 90% of the land .. barren and dead. A never-ending desert, known as the Desolate Lands.
The remaining 10% was called the Bloodlands.
Scattered cities, ruled under the tyranny of Higher Blood.
The contrast between the two regions was so stark, they might as well have belonged to different worlds.
Amid the shifting sands of the Desolate Lands ..
