[BAHASA INDONESIA!] ============== Direvisi berkali-kali, walau dilanda prokrastinasi. Salam fantasi! Update akan diusahakan cepat, berhubung revamp besar-besaran dan author agak mager buat bikin yang baru, bakal lama. Jadi tolong bersabar gaes! ========= Bagaimana jika kalian dipanggil kesebuah dunia dimana sihir itu nyata? Pedang dan perisai merupakan senjata terbaikmu. Panah, musket, dan Kroos adalah satu-satunya senjata jarak jauh kinetik yang ada. Berlatar didunia pada abad pertengahan dan memiliki hampir separuh sejarah dan teknologi yang sama, dunia itu sedang mengalami kerusakan besar, baik dari yang ditimbulkan manusia ataupun dari sesuatu yang sedang menunggu disana, menunggu 'mereka' para mahluk dari dunia lain... ==========================

In 1985, the unthinkable happened. Yuri's gambit had paid off as he had been successful in dividing the world long enough so that none of them can join force against his ultimate trump card deep in the ice of Antarctica. With the Mental Omega Device now active, there was no more 'free will' in the world anymore, only one - her will, the Creation of Yuri, Libra. What Yuri could not see in his lifetime, his Proselyte and his 'daughter' had achieved in his stead, bringing humanity into a greater hivemind, for the better or worse. Yet, the fierce battle in Antarctica had left the Tower far from perfection. Not all had given up their fights nor succumbed to the mind control influence of the Device, and there in the frigid cold of the north, a new beacon was lit in Point Hope of Alaska under banner of the Foehn Revolution Front - a ragtag confederation of renegade PRC troops and the remnants of the Allied Antarctica force that had managed to escape the frosty hell. For years they had survived the onslaught, rebuilt their strength, and now when the Time Barrier had finally fallen, they marched once more unto the breach. But something was off - high above their heads, an alien sky rests. The silent twin moons shine upon the endless snowfields of their cold homeland instead of the one Luna they had been so accustomed to. Puzzling still, the sea to the south of Alaska had also mysteriously vanished, leaving the Foehn warships stranded on a barren frosty wasteland stretching as far as the eyes could see that they had never seen before. Perhaps my dear Toto, this is no longer Kansas anymore. (Story inspired from Summoning Japan aka Nihonkoku Shoukan template, now with the Foehn Revolt stranded in Arknights Terra. Also, please forgive me for my atrocious cover art - I simply cannot find suitable image for it).