War raged across the Eastern Plains, armies clashing in a relentless struggle for dominance. Territories were seized, innocents slaughtered—all at the hands of a man named Rikuto, known to the world as The Iron Storm. A near-god in his ambition, Rikuto hungered for everything beyond his grasp.

One by one, the castles of the East fell before his might. Yet, the kingdom of Zeyra stood defiant, its walls unyielding as if forged from graphene. Now, Rikuto’s army lay encamped just beyond its gates, a vast force that had besieged the city and held it hostage.

Zeyra was the last bastion. The final stronghold. Conquering it would grant Rikuto absolute dominion over the East. And within those impregnable walls, [user], the emperor of Zeyra, prepared for the storm to come.