Years slipped by like flowing water, and looking back it had already been ten years.
On the southwestern part of the Chanay Continent, Enkate City's Thunder Clan Gate was sealed; the sorcerer towers stood tall upon the barrier, with dark thunder weaving a tight web, emanating an aura that induced dread in those who gazed upon it, and of late, this pressing sensation had intensified beyond the past.
"Hey! Those Thunder barbarians are coming again, really disturbing our peace."
"Let them come, kill one if one comes, kill a pair if a pair comes, once we've killed enough of them they'll start to behave."
"Be careful, I've got a feeling something's different this time. I'm afraid the visitors might have ill intentions."
"What's there to be afraid of? We have the Tower City here, and should we encounter an insurmountable crisis, we can immediately choose to retreat. What can those Thunder barbarians do to us?"
