Blue Blood dyed the azure sky. Dozens of ten thousand tribe people of the Bloodfallen Tribe were caught in an inescapable slaugter by the alien army. Despite their numerical disadvantage, these hot-blooded forefathers did not become deserters or surrender to the brutal alien beasts.
Even in the face of defeat, the splendid human race, fueled by their passion, continued their bitter existence within the Great Wasteland, persevering through the epoch of a million years, their blood streams coursing with the determination to never surrender.
Within the span of a hundred years of a human life, there are always some things that must be defended. Even if it means dying in battle for the sake of protecting their homeland, it is a death worth pride in the eyes of heaven, earth, and the ancestral spirits.
Just like the Bloodfallen Tribe, their lifeblood dyed their nurturing earth red. Their loyal souls continue to stand guard here, a pledge forever engraved deep within their souls.
