The days grow darker in the wake of a terror that has plagued Elandrian soil. There is no peace in the east and only worry waits the west. The state of the south remains uncertain and all but the bone-chilling cold escapes from the north. The central plains, once blooming in the arts and finance, now remains as the last pillar that holds up the crumbling kingdom, yet it it too is on its last legs. The imperial eyes from above watch everything, waiting for the perfect moment to start a conquest and reclaim the "barbarian lands". Only death awaits.