Back in the days when the war between the two worlds raged, there were no rules, only the raw, savage urge to crush the other side.
It began when the demonic beasts and cursed beings of the Other World were hurled through rifts into this one, leaving trails of death and destruction in their wake.
Villages were burned, cities collapsed, and entire bloodlines were erased before the Blessed of Earth could rally to respond.
When they finally did, they didn't come as protectors—they came as avengers.
The Blessed crossed over into the Other World in great numbers, and once they were there, everything in their path was slaughtered.
Peaceful beings, ancient forests, villages that had never even seen a soldier, they were all swept up in the flood of violence.
And in that war, propriety didn't exist. Morality didn't exist.
