140 billion creatures in different continent are at risk of annihilation. Be it Dragons, Phoenix’s, Demons, Demigods, and Humans alike.

Everyone thought this is the final battle for their world’s survival. The most precious thing they have created bite them back, they are supposed to be in the civilization's epitome, the most prosperous era that should have united every being in the planet.

In every part of Gaelth, the roaring sea of the east, the blizzard heim on the north, the greater grasslands of the west and the demon realm of the south are filled with warriors and non-mana beings ready to stake their lives on the line facing the monsters they have created.

“I never thought I would one day entrust my back to a demon!”

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“It’s just you humans who are miserably filled with doubts and secrets.”

Oddly enough, their goal to be united was achieved, though not what they expected. Even lifelong enemies became best friends in face of extinction; from the Overlords of the sky, sea and land up to the goblins that held broken daggers.

They are all ready for battle, facing the monsters that are neither made of flesh nor inanimate material, they come in different shape and sizes, but they can compare the smallest one to an adult Dragon.

The war raged for 100 years. They triumphed over the catastrophe, but civilizations fell, technology vanished, and it buried history underneath the ashes of those who died in battle.

The World of Gaelth entered its darkest era, the mana was thin; the survivors are few, and those who remembered the war are only the beings with a long lifespan and can be counted with your fingers.

Life always finds its way. A new bud from the survivors of war is slowly crawling their way up to usher a new era.

The new era that will be known as The Greatest Feast.