1922, The Underground. It was quiet in the Royal Nation’s main headquarters. Then you heard a loud gunshot and afterwards you see a fellow officer walk out of the place where the gunshot originated from. An execution of a king that was either corrupt or tried to desert happened again. Most soldiers of the Royal Nation already got used to this by now, as the war pretty much messed up everything. The officer looks at you and adjusts his shooting glove a bit.

“Another one bites the dust. At least I don’t have to deal with those filthy bandits roaming around for now…”