Cold Moon, a world where tyranny runs amuck. A world where everyone barely manages to survive by clinging to these tyrants for protection. It's a world where the strong has every right to decide anyone's fate. Its history is filled with just one word. War.

In a remote corner of such a world, a place called the Ceaseless Lands, a single being managed to remain free of all the world troubles that everyone faces such as hunger, war, and survival. Was it a man? A woman? A skeleton? A dragon? No. It is but a nameless mountain spirit. 

In a world where dragons, demons, humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, undead, and monsters populate the entirety of Cold Moon, a not very special mountain spirit resides on its own domain. Its land compromise of trees, a few deers, a single pack of wolves, and a random assortment of birds amounting to less than two thousand. There is no particular strong monster that resides in this barely livable place. 

Its days consist of watching a game of tag of deers vs wolves and watching the sun rise and fall. It was a fairly boring but peaceful way of life if you compare it to the rest of the world. 

"It's another good day." the mountain spirit said.

Sadly there's no one to have a conversation with. The being just lazily watch the sun reach the highest point of the day and finally set once again like any other normal day. The being had a faint smile on its face as it watches the birds finally settle down to their own homes along with the trees and the wolves go to their dens and the rest of the mountain finally fell asleep. 

"Hmm?"

Amidst the darkness everywhere, a single beacon of light appeared from the north. The being instantly noticed such an irregular occurrence. It tried to focus its attention towards the north despite the difficulty of being limited to a certain distance from its main body. 

It went as far as it can within its domain trying to see what the shining beacon of light was. It waited quite a while until more beacon of light started to show themselves, lighting the dark horizon once again as if its daytime. Then more lights showed up in the sky, flying creatures shone down the peaceful Ceaseless lands along with rhythmic drums.

The drums of war of the world finally reached this little corner of the Cold Moon. Unbeknownst to all, this event opened a new era of war. A war not for territory but for every species' very own survival. 

Lights started to appear unto the east, the west, and the south. Lights started to surround the whole of Ceaseless lands. Various races started to build their own outpost and dwellings. Every creature residing Cold Moon once again battles for domination and in the middle of it is a very young and innocent mountain spirit and its little mountain range. 

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The battle for supremacy has once again begun. 

Characters so far:

Mountain Spirit: MC, no name yet. Born out of countless thoughts lingering in the Ceaseless Lands. Has the intelligence of a 15-year-old human. Uneducated and innocent. Only knows basic common sense base on the countless thoughts lingering in the Ceaseless Land. 

Races known so far:

Humans: Inhabits the northern part of Cold Moon, has the greatest war technology among the residents of the Cold Moon. Has many empires and Kingdoms with different rulers. Prone to infighting. 

Elves: Inhabits the south, loathes humanity, tolerates the dwarves in the southeast but hates the orc empire on its East. Has the most advance range magic capabilities and bow mastery.

Snow Tiger: the rarest creature of the world that inhabits the south. Their population is the least of all the creatures of Cold Moon. Powerful creatures that only a few Elves managed to form a contract. Nearly immortal. Won't die unless reaching their natural life span. Their number is always constant. 

Treants: Guardians of the South. Almost all trees of the south are of this race. They are immobile but provides all the necessities of the south from food to materials. The most long-lived species of Cold Moon. 

Dwarves: Close allies of the elves, resides southeast bordering the Beast nation of the west. Proficient in crafting magical weapons and artifacts. Despite their height, they are the vanguard of the southern force due to their immense strength residing in their short but muscular appearance. 

Beastkins: A huge collection of creatures with animal traits with intelligence inhabiting the whole of the west. A single empire dominates the whole race. They were labeled as savages by everyone. The most numerous among the inhabitants of Cold Moon. 

Undead: Inhabits the northeast. Liches, bone dragons, zombies, ghouls, Vampires roam the northeast. Enemies of all the living. Only a few of the race has intelligence. Only has 4 rulers. The Nameless ancient bone dragon, Dru Noire a grand lich, Knight Tristan of the Abyss knights, and Celine, a lone ghost of the past. 

Orcs: Pig-like humanoid creatures which know some human technology of war, like swords, siege weapons. Fast to breed. Occupies most of the land of East. 

Trolls: Shares some lands with the Orcs of the east. Few in numbers but their gifted body makes them fearsome warriors hailing from the east.

Arachne: Royalty of the East. Very few in numbers but has immense gifts for curse magic. Every member of the race is considered a god in the east. The total population does not reach thirty out of millions of population from the east. 

Goblins: They inhabit most of the lands along with every race of the east. The vanguards of the east. They are not the strongest but the most numbers. Little intelligence but very warlike creatures.  

Dragons: Strong creatures scattered across Cold Moon. Solitary creatures that like to slumber and keep precious shiny things. 

Monsters: Mutations from every race. Every creature different from the standard race is labeled a monster. Most of the time lack intelligence but some individuals have high intelligence. Scattered across the Cold Moon and hates everyone else not of their kind. 

Seafolks: A huge collection of intelligent beings of the seas. Rulers of the sea. Has the greatest territory in the Cold moon. Ruled by two huge empires, The Deep Sea and the Shallow Sea inhabiting the north and south respectively.