In the far western skies of Vasteciel dwells a region known as Alcyone.

Within the western region of Alcyone were numerous floating islands, from tiny to enormous, called the terras. And those who resided atop the terras were various empires and kingdoms waiting to topple upon each other and gain power over all the western skies.

And the emergence of the covenant made the inevitable prominent.

According to the covenant, when the four moons eclipsed the golden sun. The stars will fall from the dark heavens and land on the terras beneath them. The dark age will transpire, followed by the first-ever great war of the far west.

Sadly, it did happen.

In the Caelum year of 1743, the four moons of Vasteciel eclipse the golden sun, bringing the darkness of the night onto the far western skies.

Soon afterward, the stars fell from the onyx skies, and the gleam of chaos began to light up to roam the terras of Alcyone.

Upon the landing of the stars was the unexpected revelation of arcana, a pure crystallize energy from the stars that represents power. It was first rumored that arcanas give unimaginable power to those who merge with them.

Such rumors were discarded at first until individuals with unusual abilities popped up.

Whether it be super strength, supernatural abilities, or transformation.

It brought about the resurgence of discovery and, along the way, brought upon the prologue of the Dark Age.

Gold, women, and authority became nothing before the crystals of the fallen stars. Their worth was valueless as those who integrated with them gained power that no gold, women, nor jurisdiction could ever give.

It was because of this that gave chaos the ability to spread throughout the far west.

Amongst the five major nations within the western skies of Vasteciel, two massive countries fell and split into numerous warring states. The heavy part of this news was the collapse of the country famously known as a trade hub.

The trade nation Avalon was its name, and now… It seems to be nothing other than a chaotic part of the skies with pirates, criminals, and exiles popping up like cockroaches.

The other major countries had to close their borders and control the flow of arcanas to perceive order. But what they had done only bought time as it wasn't the solution.

This was a new age, and adapting to it was exceedingly vital.

Otherwise, like others before them, they would fall and collapse.

Soon, five years passed since the stars fell, and the era was calming down.

Though in the warring states of the fallen nations, the prophesied monarch was about to rise.

At first, he was nothing more but a young man with the last royal bloodline of the fallen country Avalon. He was handsome, calculating, and cold, which may be brought upon by his unfortunate upbringing.

He used such qualities to topple other warlords, and it took 8 years to regain what was formerly for the monarch, along with many subordinates like him.

He had gained those with power willing to follow him on the path of authority and domination. So, the young man created an empire of his own and was crowned the God Emperor of the Imperium.

The Imperium of Avalon.

Amidst his powerful arcana and army of subordinates with unique powers, the God Emperor started a crusade that brought upon the last words of the covenant.

A Great War.

Its formal name was the Covenant War, a battle that wholly enveloped the far western skies. Nations collapsed under the pressure of this war, and heroes alongside villains were born.

The crusade of the God Emperor of the Imperium would be the Imperium against the entirety of the western skies.

And what happened, unfortunately, doesn't end there.

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[1757, eastern outskirts of the Imperium of Avalon.]

*BOOM!!!*

*BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!*

In a terra considered to be a location with strategic importance, a battle was taking place. The terra was a floating island covered under flatlands. And because of this, one could say that the current fight was bloody and damned.

"FIRE!!!"

*BAM!!!* *BAM!!!* *BAM!!!*

"Prepare to charge, men!"

In the misty field of the flat plains, thousands of figures hid within the trenches as their commander loudly yelled. Explosions kept sounding out, drowning the battlefield with deafening blasts as the soldiers prepared to charge at their enemies on the other side.

The soldiers wore black coats as gas masks covered their faces with spiky helmets on their heads. There was a draconian symbol on their helmets, signifying them as the proud soldiers of the Imperium.

They had their rifles tightly held under their coated hand as their fingers visibly shook. The soldiers quietly waited for the commander's signal, resulting in a tense atmosphere.

Seconds passed as silence covered the trenches, and the long-awaited began.

"CHARGE!"

"URRAAHH!!!"

Following the roar of the commander, the soldiers released their war cries.

Thousands of figures left their trenches and charged at their enemies on the other side. Their thundering shouts echoed throughout the battlefield and, for a second, covered the songs of the artillery blast.

They kept shouting as explosions blasted near them, and despite having fear, none of them retreated and continued on their charge.

Bodies could be seen flying through the air and split into many parts, with blood raining throughout the field, resembling a wasteland. Puddles of blood could be seen everywhere as the cries for help or pain kept echoing along with the war cries.

The silhouettes of airships could be seen on the cloudy and misty skies as bombs were dropped from their bomb bays. The brilliant light of explosions kept radiantly blinking in and out of existence.

*BOOM!!!* *BOOM!!!* *BOOM!!!*

It was a gory and damnable sight to see.

How many lives were lost to gain an inch of land? How many wives or mothers lost their husbands or sons? How many died? Such questions would plague others, but this was the cold reality.

This was the covenant war, the song of the imperial crusade.