Between Two Worlds... That was the title of a struggle that ended in tragedy within just one world .
But the world itself was deeply divided, and everyone lived their own version of the tale.
On the desolate side, steeped in the scent of death, beneath lifeless skies and over a barren land, the march of a great army thundered forward ... its cavalry unleashing an aura of raw intimidation.
The knights of this host wore black armor emblazoned with cryptic insignias. At their head rode a towering figure in golden armor ... infamous across the continent: Godfrey, Lord of the Ultras.
His army, one of the strongest known, now marched toward a new battlefield.
But their opponent wasn't an army. It was just one man.
As they advanced further, the Ultras finally reached a strikingly distinct zone ... one marked by a towering barrier stretching into the sky.
A cadre of mages rushed out to greet them.
"We welcome the Highblood."
