In the expansive continent of Zetia, teeming with countless kingdoms, empires, sects, clans, and tribes, this tale unfolds within the Roven Mountains on the southern side of Zetia. Here, two tribes engage in an ongoing battle to defend the land their ancestors cherished.
"The Roven mountains are OURS! Our tribes have lived here for generations," bellowed the imposing figure, Brojka. "We'll never yield to the likes of you or your people!"
"SHUT UP, SAVAGE!" countered Emperor Solsun of the Solius empire. "My might is the law, and these mountains belong to my family. We'll do as we please!"
With knuckles cracking, Brojka, the giant, grasped his battleaxe firmly. "If you seek these mountains and my people, come and claim them!"
In a swift, majestic movement, the giant swung his battleaxe toward Solsun, aiming like an enraged tsunami ready to obliterate everything in its path.
Solsun raised his shield, feeling the ground shudder as the axe made contact. The resulting explosion and shockwave ravaged the surrounding forest and mountains where they clashed.
Despite the strike, Solsun stood firm, mustering his strength. Retaliating, he deflected the battleaxe with his shield and aimed his sword at the giant. "Brojka! Feel the might of the SunRay Whirlwind," he declared, unleashing thousands of sharp lights swirling around Brojka, closing in with every passing moment.
Brojka attempted to escape the luminous circle but found himself ensnared. His attempts to break free were futile; the lights began to wound him deeply. Knowing he needed to act swiftly, Brojka unleashed his trump card, invoking a technique that rendered him nearly invulnerable.
Like a bullet, Brojka lunged at Solsun with his battleaxe. Despite inflicting a severe wound on Solsun's shoulder, Brojka didn't relent. He kicked Solsun, sending him crashing into a tree, rendering him unconscious.
Coming to Solsun's aid, Varius, his second-in-command, assessed his injuries and recognized the urgency of healing his lord. Meanwhile, across the battlefield, Joco, warlord of the northern Roven mountains, encountered Brojka's fallen form.
Back at their camp, Varius, realizing the severity of Solsun's injuries, faced a critical decision. The priest advised an immediate retreat to save Solsun's life, despite the ongoing campaign.
Meanwhile, as Joco carried Brojka toward their village, his wife Mirra anxiously awaited their return. Mirra, known as the healing sage, focused on saving her critically wounded husband when he arrived.
Simultaneously, the children of the warlords, Jock and Mirka, led their tribes' troops valiantly in the ongoing battle. Amidst the chaos, an unexpected enemy flank threatened their position.
Jock instructed Mirka to seek information about their commanders from Karko (Vice Commander), while he defended their flank. In the heat of battle, an encounter with an enemy commander left Jock fatigued and endangered.
Summoning a powerful technique, "Hundred Hands of the Bloodmist," Jock struggled to control its devastating effects. As he faced a dangerous enemy commander, Jock found himself at the brink of exhaustion.
However, in a surprising turn, his father Joco (Blood Hands), appeared, swiftly dealing with the enemy commander. Relieved, Jock succumbed to his fatigue, and his father led him back to safety.
Meanwhile, the elders of both tribes convened, acknowledging the need to unite against the Solius Empire's retaliatory threats. A pivotal decision emerged—a joint effort to construct a new city, transcending the longstanding division between the northern and southern Roven Mountains.
Months passed, and the foundation of the city was laid. Mirra, now pregnant, looked forward to their new home and the impending birth of their child.
And thus, amid the strife and unity, the tale truly began, set in the burgeoning city—a testament to the tribes' determination to protect their newfound sanctuary.