The people of Govdan never knew peace, they never knew what it was until the Mesopian Era. They called it the promised time, the time of the Gods' mercy. They cherished it, it was finally theirs. Peace was no longer a figment of imagination but a reality they all lived in. But peace is no destination, it's a journey. In Govdan it would never last, for all their hopes and dreams and wishes, the people of Govdan only knew one thing and one thing only, they knew war.