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Year 1986 of the Bygone Era.

Boleros Empire, Valley of the End.

Plagues reaping countless lives, flames ablaze atop the battlefield, and wars that even Death himself would fear.

A war of anger and rage, filled with death and sorrow. Bodies on the ground, others weak and fighting. No one could find it. Everyone's fighting for their lives, doing the best they could. But… for what?

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Over a century later…

Year 107 of the Era of Peace

"Anhdhdhshrhd!!!!!!"

Suddenly, a loud, ear busting voice came to the side of Muriel's ear. Ruining the sleep Muriel was finally given after several days of working on his exhausting project.

"Damn it, not again, Kish-!" Muriel furiously roared, but got interrupted before he could even finish.

"Hmph, if you were really so tired, how come you can yell so loudly? Do you take me for a fool, cousin?" Kishelle retorted.