Through the Vast, Hidden Valleys of West Prussnika, the Towering, Red Groves of Polschnivia, the Great, Deep Lakes of Amerian, and the Titanic Mountains of Nesparia, The Realm of Imperia was a Realm that held the beauty of Fantasy and had a sense of Majesty and Awe to those unfamiliar with its Likeness. Residing in the Tenth Branch of the Empirator World Tree, the Realm was one of the few left that held life within. For in the Darkness beyond the World Tree Grove lay the Void, and within this Infinite Blackness were Daemons. Quiet and ever Preying upon the World Trees' Realm Branches, these Daemons hunted in Hordes of Billions, ripping through Realm Gates and invading Realms like a Dark Swarm of Ethereal Flesh and Bone. You must be asking, how could the Mortals of the Realms survive against these Daemonic Invasions? In Imperia's case, The White Cross Legions stood sentinel across the Realm, with Millions of Legionnaires guarding the Realm Gates at various points within Imperia's Vast Lands, repelling Daemonic Invasions from going any farther into their Realm with utmost Duty and Courage. And now, a Young Man dreaming of Greatness and Glory must do his best to one day serve the White Cross. To make his Father Proud and uphold the wishes of his Mother... Long lost to the Abominations of the Void. (All Rights Reserved to me and those with reasonable requests.)(This story is entirely Original with no outside Elements within it.)(Cover Art is credited to Playground AI because I'm Broke and have no Talent.)