Legend has it that in the skyrim of a distant world, where the fog obscured the sunlight and plunged all the mountains, rivers, seas, and cities into eternal silence... Everything is shrouded in shadows... Monotonous, boring, and empty. However, a firm voice has always flowed through the years here... Wake up from your dreams... The god of civilization, the son of creation... Faintly, I heard it whisper to itself. The result was no answer. However, the earth began to tremble slightly, as if something special was anxiously waiting to break out of it. Let's call it the "Seedlings of Hope." The wind and clouds changed, the light reappeared, and began to intertwine with the darkness, and the sky of this world slowly connected back to the chessboard of the galaxy from the place of fall. Could it be that this is God's gift and blessing? Thousands of years have passed, and the world has become healthy and pure again, magic, technology, swordsmanship... The faith they burst out of is like a beautiful tidal wave in the spiritual world. And our story begins in this magnificent epic era...