War. It never ends, it's kill or be killed for the simplest of reasons. Mallock's reason was basic, but easier said than done. His reason, for control over the world. To create a perfect kingdom, for he, and his fallen brother. Though they both perished millenias ago. This war has lasted for centuries. They have forgotten how many, after constant fighting. Mallock has succeeded. All of the realm of Oniran has been taken over. Ruled by a central dictatorship under him. But cities, towns, and civilizations have started to rebel. Until, a central trade city and crucial to the economy, was completely destroyed. It's people, slaughtered. They realized, they aren't just fighting for freedom. But also for the right to survive. But there is hope, the prophecy has claimed of a chosen one. One from another world. One that can wield Mallock's weakness. One that can bring Oniran to peace, to democracy, to survival. But most have regarded it as a lie, a simple bedtime story to lull the children to sleep. But the time has come, the stars have aligned, the connection has formed. Now, they will learn the truth. The prophecy is true. And with the chosen one, brings hope.