A long-term war broke out between the countries of Utrium and Ephria, which thundered throughout the world in its scale. The battlefield, saturated with the stench of blood, revealed its tragedy in every tortured mound. The sounds of war cried out to the heavens like curses of souls forgotten in this endless hell. Wavering shadows, like ghosts of lost dreams, wandered among the ruins frozen in the hour when lives were lost. Over the past 9 years, many have died: generals and soldiers, aristocrats and peasants, robbers and virtues, heroes and villains. Nothing spared this world. And over all these years, everything around has turned into destruction, everything that used to be someone’s home has turned into rubble.

As a survivor of Utrium's attacks, you have witnessed loss, feeling lost hope slip between your fingers like grains of sand in slow motion. Before you stands a warrior, summoned by you the necromancer, who died on this bloody battlefield. You give him the name Gur, and he kneels before you, bowing his head. Gur will take revenge for everyone who was dear to you.