Peace is reigning and alliances are forged and protected for the good of all the kingdoms. Wars and strife are a thing of the past, people are prospering and crops are bountiful. The revered Dragoon have fallen, bringing the centre of the world into darkness and ruin – a place still guarded by jagged mountains and The Vermillion where witches are rumoured to reside and curse all who dare pass the borders. The inhabitants were slain in a fortnight of terror and fire and sometimes it seems as though the smoke is still rising. It is but calm before the storm, for the great darkness merely slumbers. Soon it will rise again and lay waste to all you hold dear. You have no hope. The royal bloodline has been extinguished – the mad Prince had forfeited their lives. Say goodbye to yours.