The weak are always replaceable treated like tools.
In this world, rank and status mean everything.
People are expected to obey, to act according to their place in the hierarchy.
To survive here, you do whatever it takes just to put food on the table and live another day.
But this was never a world anyone would dream of.
Everything changed after the fall of the Arctic Empire—and with it, the collapse of the kingdom itself.
Alliances shattered.
Wars ignited.
The peace that had once blanketed the land under Arctic rule crumbled to dust.
Their worshipped god turned away, abandoning the very people who had been his chosen.
All that remained was chaos, consuming every corner of the world.
All that remained was chaos, consuming every corner of the world.
The Arctic Kingdom was once the most powerful empire in human history—renowned for its ancient legacy and divine bloodline.
According to ancient scripts, the gods created the Arctic people by mixing humans with divine essence, blessing their blood with extraordinary power. Their lineage spread across nations, carried by rulers, priests, and warriors.
They were meant to be guardians of the world tasked with sealing the dark realm and holding back the demonic forces that threatened to consume everything.
But everything changed when internal conflict erupted within the empire.
A power struggle among corrupt aristocrats ignited a civil war—driven by greed, ambition, and the thirst for the throne.
The empire fractured.
Kingdoms once united under the Arctic banner turned their blades against one another.
Caught in this chaos, the Arctic Kingdom found itself fighting a war on two fronts—against the very humans they had once empowered, and the relentless forces of the demon realm.
The same divine power they had once shared with their vassal states was now being used against them.
Surrounded by betrayal and darkness, the kingdom fell swiftly and tragically.
With its fall, the final barrier between the mortal world and the abyss shattered. Demonic forces and monstrous beasts began to roam freely, devouring cities, kingdoms, and lives without mercy.
Still, greed, wealth, and the thirst for power remained the driving force behind the endless wars.
Kingdoms clashed not only with one another, but also with the demon forces, and the other races that shared this fractured world.
They say no Arctic people survived.
Slaughtered to the last, caught between the betrayal of humanity and the fury of the demon horde.
But their legacy did not die.
Before the fall, the Arctic had already spread their divine bloodline far and wide, embedding fragments of their power into the veins of other kingdoms.
However, it was said that only those of pure blood direct descendants of the Arctic line could harness the full potential of their power.