A mysterious, ancient-looking gate appeared in Washington, D.C., sometime in the 21st century.
From the gate poured out monsters, knights from medieval Europe, and other fantasy-like beings, and they began a systematic slaughter of the citizens of t...
Two wooden ships, adorned with the flag of the Bayarmaa Empire, gracefully sliced through the sparkling waters of the Avion Sea.
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(A/N: Shitty Flag I know, the blue background means the sea that covers their Empire, the red star is a compass that points at all the areas they conjured with the blood of their warriors, the spear means their protection against Invaders, the green circle means their "purity" of their land, and finally the dragon is well... a dragon.)
Their destination: the distant continent of Falmart, where they were to join forces with Zorzal El Caesar, the ruler of the Empire of Sadera, in a crucial war against people from another world.
Amidst the crew of one of the ships, a lone Jagutu commander stood at the helm, his gaze fixated on the endless expanse of the sea.
His name was Batbayar, a seasoned warrior known for his tactical prowess and unwavering dedication.
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Suddenly, a Bayarmaan warrior knelt before Batbayar, breaking his concentration.
"Batbayar Noyan," the warrior said, his voice tinged with urgency.
