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As the great war raged, Zarveth, still a child, chose to remain on the battlefield rather than retreat. For him, peace never truly existed in this cruel world.
Years passed. Then, as exhaustion consumed all sides, three great empires finally reached an agreement: the elves of Neiflim, the humans of Arsteim, and the dwarves of Mouncastell. They called it peace. But what they established was a balance maintained by eliminating anything that could potentially disrupt it.
Small kingdoms of various races disappeared from the map. Borders shifted without warning. Fear spread, and one by one the remaining kingdoms of various races began to join the pact, desperate to survive. And finally, a fragile peace was established.
Although the great war ended, the world did not recover, the shadow of betrayal lingering within the peace pact. All sides knew that the pact was only a written document, capable of being broken at any time. Everyone was trapped in fear.
And when they focused too much on the threat and stability of their own territories, Little did they know that the monster race was secretly multiplying uncontrollably. Nor did they know that behind the scenes, mercenary factions were plotting a revolution to seize control of the world order. Diplomatic tensions between kingdoms and races across the continent were on the verge of another great war.
And here Zarveth, who had lived through the years and now become a man, stood and fought for survival on his own terms-no heroism, only actions and their consequences. He carved his own path through the choices he made, facing moral dilemmas, clashing egos between factions, and clashing principles with those around him.
The question wasn't how long Zarveth could survive. But how would Zarveth survive to the end?