Beneath the ghostly glow of the Galaxy Hole—the light reflecting upon the blackened waters of the Sea of Faith—Magnon stood atop a windswept hill, his heart weighed down with sorrow. The scene before him was a mix of dread and beauty, a somber mirror of the doom that loomed over Ferror like an approaching storm. Rahh, the greatest hero of the age, had fallen—betrayed and left lifeless on the battlefield.
Now, the kingdom’s fate rested solely upon Magnon’s shoulders.
For countless years, the Kingdom had withstood the relentless assaults of chaos. Their forces crashing against Ferror’s defenses like ceaseless waves upon a battered shore. And with each assault, those defenses eroded further. Now, bereft of his closest brother-in-arms, Magnon carried the burden alone. Though his heart was steadfast and his spirit noble, he had never believed the day would come when the survival of all would depend on him alone.
Yet, here he stood, the leader of the surviving defenders of freedom, preparing for a final stand against the unyielding tide. Hope had dimmed, and the kingdom teetered on the brink of ruin.
But in the depths of despair, a new glimmer of hope emerged. A mysterious, otherworldly woman had appeared, bearing a dire warning of a dark and perilous pact—a covenant that, if left unchecked, would plunge all of Ferror into eternal despair. Perhaps, by uniting their strengths, they could stave off this grim fate, even if only for a fleeting moment longer.

He was Baltard—The Loser. A savage mercenary, drifting from battle to battle, always on the losing side, never tasting the sweet fruits of victory. His valor, though fierce and unyielding, went unsung, for fate had condemned him to stand forever among the defeated.
In strength, he was brutal. In war, merciless. In combat, unstoppable. Yet to the world, he was nothing more than The Loser.
As the years passed, frustration gnawed at him, festering like an infected wound. His thirst for glory and vengeance grew until it consumed him. No cause mattered anymore—only the fight. He sought not victory, but destruction.
Then, the Hole appeared. A tear in time and space hurled him upon the shores of the Sea of Faith in the world of Ferror. There, waiting for him, stood a figure masked in steel.
They clashed in a furious duel. Baltard fought with all his wrath, but it was not enough. He fell, defeated once more.
From behind the faceless helm, a cold, hollow voice spoke: "You fought bravely, but none may best me. Yet, if you join us, you will find what you seek: endless battle, endless pain, endless chaos.”
And so it was. Baltard joined them. With his new companions, he ravaged the lands of Ferror, spreading despair and terror. Can no one stand against them?