"Once upon an ancient time, there was once an unnamed world that stood proud and was progressing really fast. There still stood tribes as the land breathes with magic, but the majority of the ruling technology lies in steam-powered. Numerous countries made up the three large continents and among them, the country with the title of "magical city", the city of taqnia. The fatherland of wisdom that held the greatest influence in size and power that the term; 'more ways than one' is nothing but an understatement. The holder of absolute supremacy among the nations.

The country of taqnia led everyone by the nose when it came to development and it was still growing, it was advancing so fast that the fear and envy of the others grew fast as well. Then came a time when a third of the world was waging war over control for it, a foolish war rooting from human hearts that bore nothing but poignant strife and utter desolation...to the countries that attacked, that is. The era of civilizations that would've resembled our 1500s, witnessed their own World War be dominated by a single country.

The country that already had a big name made a bigger reputation for themselves when they occupied two-thirds of the largest continent, stood their ground and claimed the north. Indeed, a lone country that was harassed by the world -receiving no assistance- not only defended, but conquered back the assailants who dared to take it. A country that could take the world if it wanted to but settled in being only in the defensive and closed to the rest of what's left in the world. A show of arrogance and humility that had a silent message:

"The world is not worth our time inside here.

The proud display of power that was admired by all nations, the embodiment of an ideal leader itself.

The civilization progressed in peace for a few decades almost nearing a century. Inside the supercountry that houses 500,000 for its population with room to spare, using democracy with several branches of government yet within, resides a monarchy and royal family with an unknown value to the country -or rather, the kingdom.

What seemed to be a permanent pace of development, came to a sudden close and then came the fateful day when the sun blinked like an eye and flicker into pitch black turning more like into a void and morphing the sky into the hue of crimson in a set time...and along this, came the "monstrosities".

Alien creatures that apears within the span of time that the sun flickers and watches the world in a color of blood. The creatures varied from the size of rats to about half a country, but were no less dangerous than the other. The air grew poisonous wherever they are, the noise from their constant high pitch scream would leave one mad or ears as busted, and then the dark fog that accompany them... all serving as herald for their approach. All and any type of those invaders had these in common...what's more is their hide as tough as armor and a death gift that they always leave; their blood that gushes out of them poisoning the very land itself. A true symbol of utter destruction.

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The world was starting to drown with grief and despair, but there stood taqnia, taller and mightier than ever before as they anounced in a stoic and dignified proud tone to the world:

"...Let's Rock..."

Out came the warriors of taqnia, individual warriors wearing garments made unmistakably of steel yet still acting like silk even with the luster of different colors from them, warriors that could stay toe to toe with any of the 'monstrosities' with their partner weapons, all of them dispersed into the world by taqnia revealing themselves only when they were deemed necessary. The warriors of power or rather...the 'alasaydin'

The world had a means to repell the invaders, but not the plague. Where battle was drawn, so is the blood that ruins the lands. The crops won't yield any blessing anymore, the wells were naught but black Goo of poison, and the air was filled with pestilence that was slowly culling the people. Death to all was not so far from their horizon...until a siad warrior discovered tears spilling from a decapitated monstrosity being able to heal the land.

The cure was found...but out of 10 monstrosities that are slain specifically by decapitation...Five of their warriors go down for only a single head that can still cry for a short time. A parent won't let their child be in danger.

Taqnia was about to close its doors once more as their power is limited, but to their surprise, the world outside had changed.

All the leaders of all nations came literally grovelling at the feet of the king, asking -not demanding nor coercing- but a serious way of begging for the assistance of taqnia once more.

It takes one leader to understand another. Taqnia gave away its military secrets of the warriors' powers even if they were still doubting the masses. The whole world was surprised with the actions of the Supreme nation, but in the end, still took it as a token of good will. Each separate nations made their own warriors with different names within each country. Ryōshi, jäger, okhotnik, Venandi, kynigós, hunter. The scales could become once more even, taqnia asked for the countries to carry on their own after that.

Time settled things to the point that living amidst monstrosities was common enough with the assurance of the living weapons and taqnia was certain of the countries betrayal once more, but as mentioned before, the world have changed. All the countries asked for friendly relations to taqnia and being open minded if they were to be refused as well, a pleasant surprise indeed that made taqnia become once more a part of the world outside it.

As such, taqnia became the capital of the world now...even with the majority of the capital country still a secret and still meticulously hidden, the world trusts and respects the supernation as their leader and representative. The war with the monstrosities raged on, but life was starting to bloom again this time. The war had drawn the curtains but alongside it, prospered the era of the people dubbed as 'Cold Tears'."

-Histories of the Dragon Slabs