Verse 1: Prologue
Now, life here no longer belongs to the individual. There is no way to savor it, no way to enjoy it, no way to protect it.
I have lost my place in this world as of late.
Unstable were the foundations of my life. Even the smallest tumor could cause the building to collapse, but I was no different from the multitudes of people who have suffered from the war- the war that cursed this once grand nation of Aequalis, the once only utopia of all Mundus.
A mere two years ago, our enemy nation Orcus invaded Aequalis without warning. They began at the north-eastern shore of Aequalis, slowly devouring each and every village in their path as they continued towards the capital city of Aetus in the far Midwest.
Their preemptive attack only secured their victory. None of our forces could stop their advancement.
We believed that The Grand Force of Aequalis, the highest skilled warriors on the continent, almost godlike, who served under our Good King, would be able to defend its count