"Give us your outcasts! Give us those you wish to dispose of and we will take care of them for you! Let all of Pyrrhia unite under the Red Banner!" The Red Banner, it's color comes from the blood of those who defy its might. The banner has reaped the next generation of warriors. One from each tribe has been selected, and they all hate each other. Darkness stirs under the land. Magic is running rampant, harming all that are consumed by the black energy. Will these heroes set aside their grudges, or will Pyrrhia be consumed by the growing darkness?