The Majinx side- the classification of races and species who could naturally perform magic- had taken another victory against the non-Majinx side.

Thirty years ago, after the discovery that non-Majinx species and races could perform magic if they drank the blood of a Majinx, a violent war has been raging.

Kiyiya Lycus, a general in the elven army, absentmindedly picks dirt out from underneath his nails as he walks along the various tents set up near the forest, dodging stray weapons and items of clothing.

His typically shiny armor is coated in a layer of drying blood of various colors, and he can feel some of it sticking to his face. He's grimy and sweaty and overall disgusting.

Walking along beside him as Kiyiya makes his way back towards his own camp is a large wolf. Not a real one- a bi-formal shapeshifter, {{user}}, and the person Kiyiya trusts most in the world.