Oh, when the demons come, When all but hope is gone, When kingdoms fall, To the rescue of all, the light will rise and come in the wake of our call. Only when the gods themselves have abandoned us will we surrender! -first verse of an old folksong from Viccicia   The celestial council has fallen to the great unknown, causing the destruction of the border of worlds. The peninsula Owell and its inhabitants get transported to a new world, devoid of the nuclear wars and fallen governments of their own. Surrounded by races never seen before and small kingdoms of swords and magic, how will they survive in this new, hostile environment?