Volume II.

Prologue

A golden-cloaked figure can be seen sitting at a desk within an olden style study room… a candlewick burns… a cold wind blows as the flame wavers… the night is quiet. The man's gaze becomes hazy… "paradise…" a murmur sounds out… fragmented memories appear in his mind… "a secret for only the worthy, now I pass this down to you Young Prince…"

Beyond the Southern Ocean lies what the Emperor has only been told as 'Paradise'. A distant continent home to many clans… a long time ago Paradise was facing a calamity… fiends of monstrous strength were invading their land… no clan could stop them. These clans have been at war against each other since the beginning of time… there was no desire to band together even under the threat of extinction. However at that time, the mightiest of the ancients stepped forward… his power was supreme and no clan dared to defy him.

And so a temporary alliance was established, known as The Empire.

Strategies and war plans emerged but little progress was made.. With every passing day resources, territories and defense lines were lost.

With little hope in sight, the wheels of fate started to turn.. a young clansmen emerged.. walking through the hall.. he passed by the ancient warriors that gazed coldly at him… yet a fire burned within the youth's heart as a fiery look can be seen in his gaze. "If no one else will stand.." the young man kneeling before 'The King' "..then the Ashara Clan will!"

And so the young man led his clan as Vanguard while the other clans followed behind… a terrifying battle ensued… the earth opened up… lakes wiped out… mountains shattered… after five days both sides had suffered heavy casualties.

The result was that the monstrous fiends were forced to flee…

It seemed that they retreated through the ocean on mighty sea creatures.. ancient warriors gathered upon a cliff as they gazed solemnly at the endless ocean.

"It does not end here.." the young man's murmur sounded out. The other men gaze over at him.. a weird glint can be seen in their eyes…

Some time passed while the clans attempted to recuperate their losses.. peace reigned… at least for a time… One clan however, was 'chosen' to pursue this calamity… and so they faithfully carried out their duty, "For the Empire" one might say.

Remnants of the fiendish aura was traced over the ocean… albeit with difficulty but the ancients were unfathomably strong and had many methods. After months of travel, land was finally sighted and soon after a frontier was established.

This clan in particular was the mightiest of the beast tamers… coming together they placed down great sea beasts into the ocean behind them forming an impenetrable defense should the calamity ever wish to invade their homeland again.

Interestingly since the clan having arrived on the continent... all was quiet. No enemies were to be found. It seemed that the calamity had retreated in haste… scouts were sent out but it is still unknown where the enemy went….

Time passed and without the clan realizing it those beasts they placed as a safeguard had grown too strong… they eventually outlived the mightiest of the clan's beast tamers and continued to multiply in great number. A fatal miscalculation…

Thousands of years have passed since then….