A few nights ago, in the heart of Alkadia, a world that was once the home to majestic dragons, the Holy Empire stood as a beacon of hope. This grand nation had undertaken the noble charge of summoning heroes from another world. The Holy Empire was not just a name; it was a bastion of strength, and its lands stretched far and wide, making it the mightiest among the seven nations of the continent of Galeia.
Within the walls of the royal capital's castle, anticipation hung heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of polished stone and age-old paintings. The king, a man who embodied the very essence of power and majesty. He was none other than Nevi Von Valistine, the 23rd. His name echoed through history like a triumphant war anthem, for he was not merely a king; he was a legend in his own right.
