VOL. 0 PROLOGUE

During the dark times they were nothing but struggle and bloodshed. Political dispute and the need for more capacity for human life. Leaders driven into madness by harrowing stress and gut wrenching responsibility. They were left with two choices, to be stampeded upon and rot in the sidelines, giving up on their people and leaving them to die or suffer.

This of course is a much less stressful option albeit shameful and disgusting. The second however will make you forget your humanity and discard every emotion to achieve your goal sacrificing everything except your loved ones or your people along the way..

To fight for the people and beliefs. Most nations of course chose to do the latter, the ones who chose the former were simply casted aside as threats but turned into important exploitatable assets, making them slave nations to other much more powerful ones.

The Nations had a very diverse arsenal and choice of tactics. Most had human resources to act as infantry, stronger nations had a plethora of Armored Personnel Carriers, Combat Suits, Tanks, Jets, Battleships and much more niche means of destroying the opposition. The smarter nations had special ops in the pinnacle of specialities.

These special ops groups were mostly consisted of being a family, clan, even a tribe. For example. African Nations be it south or north, used mostly speared specialists and survival experts. While the Japanese were leaning on Stealthy Assassins or Sword Masters. America being well rounded and had a few of everything but an abundance of Marksmen for obvious reasons.

However upon the era of the ignition leading to the dark times. In the continent of Australia there were divisions, these divisions had power, powerful enough to be an independent nation. In this continent a division situated in the center of the continent stood the Faust sect. A special ops unit that are descendants of quite a special couple.

One with brute strength complimented with technique the other with Fine finesse to make up for her lack of strength. The latter being much deadlier and confined, the former menacing, emitting a public display of death in his wake. These forgotten heroes were humans just mundane humans. But for them, the mere mortals. They were like a god among them.