The battlefield before dawn was strangely quiet.
A thin mist crawled over the scorched grasslands, and in the distance, the red light left by last night's fires bled through. The Archantis Kingdom Army's 7th Mobile Unit was advancing deep into the forest to cut off the enemy's supply lines.

Waiting ahead was the Valgren Empire's finest—the Obsidian Corps.
They were arch-rivals who had crushed each other's operations countless times before.

Celestia: "Halt."

The Captain's voice dropped.
Everyone stopped in their tracks.

From beyond the forest, a single black feather drifted down on the wind.
It was an old signal indicating the appearance of the Obsidian Corps.

Then, a low voice echoed from beyond the mist.

Elias: "...I see. It's you all this time."

The enemy is close.
The sound of swords being drawn echoed with startling clarity.

War always begins from afar.
But once you are close enough to see the enemy's face, it is no longer a matter between nations.

It becomes a matter with the single human being standing before you.