Rakios empire: a small country in the eastern regions of the boundless mainland. Despite being small Rakios empire is independent from the larger countries surrounding it, and is considered to be quite powerful for its size boasting a power comparable to larger countries, earning it a spot amongst the strongest countries all thanks to their trademark the duo combination of summoners and connectors.

Its environment and climate is sought after and envied by other less fortunate countries, as the lands are full of lush vegetation, life and treasures, making it easy for humans and other intelligent races to thrive. Not only that but it also contains boundless minerals and materials buried deep within the rich land just waiting to be exploited.

However for all its glorious splendour this is only 80 % of the total land that Rakios occupies with the other 20% being a complete wasteland of poverty and despair as theses lands have been ravaged by the long occasional warfare between Rakios and its invaders. 

Currently a youth who looked around 15-16 years old was walking alone a derelict footpath that leaded towards what was once a prospering border city, but now nothing remained aside from the wanton destruction of warfare. 

Suddenly the youth stopped walking as he approached the cites centre, the place of where his parents died. 

The ground started below the youth started to become wet with moisture as drops of water started to fall from the youths face showing a look of sadness and despair. 

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“So this is where my mother and father died, and yet despite their sacrifice the city still fell.”

“I heard it from my adoptive father that they died a noble death, defending the city to their very last to buy time for other people to live..... but was that what truly happened I cant believe that they couldn’t escape with their strength. After all my adoptive father kept boasting about my father strength and how he could have been a middle to high noble.”

“No it doesnt matter, I will find out the truth one day and I shall enact my revenge whenever it be friend or foe I shall have my revenge.”

Suddenly a masculine voiced called out to the youth, “Young master leo the master wishes to see you urgently, he said that he has a gift for you.”

Wiping his tears away the youth turned around to see an old man with a sharp look about him, dressed in black leather with a crest of wings etched on it, along with a griffon beside him giving out an impressive aura of might as if nothing could stand in its way and live. 

 “Yes Vashtor let us go and see my father!” replied Leonhardt in his normal dull monotone voice showing no trace of the sadness that he just experienced. 

As if it was a common occurrence Vashtor just shrugged and the two of them made their way back.