In the year 3526 of the Era of Glory, January 1st, on the coldest day of Frost Month, snow covered the earth.
And in the early morning hours, a blood-red crescent moon rose into the sky, its brilliance impossible for even the storm to obscure.
It was as if that moon, hanging over everyone's head, inaugurated a day that would be recorded in the annals of Glory.
The Ancient Era had arrived.
Before today, before the rise of the blood moon, nobody knew exactly what the Ancient Era entailed; but after the moon rose and the snow covered the land, the residents of the main Plane of Glory experienced for the first time the terror of being dominated by the Ancient Era.
Endless whispers from exotic realm city-states, similar to demonic roars emitting from the deepest abyss, echoed in everyone's ears—strange, evil, twisted languages.
Humans, Dwarves, Elves, Fishmen, Beastmen, Centaurs...
