Setting Sail on Steel Wings

Meanwhile, seated on the garden bench by Shepard's tower, Julius exhaled. A deep furrow creased his brow as he observed the sky and its two burning suns.

"Four and a half months already. Just where are you, big brother?"

He shook his head, his lips twisted in a remorseful grimace. The world had changed too much, and hundreds of millions died in the flames of wars.

A new species called the were-folk invaded their province from the west, conquering one kingdom after another with their bestial limbs and physical might.

Antique humans with alarming mana affinities stormed the south, forcing the beast emperor and his growing alliance to defend it. The northern continent fell to a swarm of tier six and seven magical beasts, their devastation only stopping at Durazmarn.