In the beginning, there was the old world. A world similar to as we see our own modern world, fuelled by technology and limited sources of energy. War was all man knew, fighting amongst themselves for resources and land in order to continue their selfish means of survival. That was when the discovery of those who came before, the Progenitors, was made. Ancient technologies of ancient man, powered by a fully sustainable energy source. Mana Engines. This ancient technology had graced man with abilities beyond their wildest dreams, researching this ancient tech and replicating the engines for their own disgusting uses. That was when a new war broke out, a war which changed the entire world. The nations of Crimthorne saw the potential in this Progenitor technology, they all wanted it for themselves, fighting with everything they have which left the entire world in ruin. That was, until a new discovery was made: Magic.

From the ashes of the old society of the discoverers grew the new nation of the Achenian Empire, they had transformed these ancient engines into weapons. Equipping their military with Casting Devices which granted the use of synthetic magic, leaving nothing but destruction in their wake as the Achenian Empire grew larger and larger across the continent of Achenar. The war was already considered won as the Empire pushed their enemies to the ocean, crushing the old world as they built a new one, a world based around magical technology. Of course, there was much more complicated actions of this new weapon.
As the populace was exposed to the synthetic mana, individuals were born with natural abilities over magic, becoming witches or wizards in of themselves with a power far greater than the Mana Engines could ever grant with its synthetic magic. As the years of war passed, these new 'Elites' soon worked as mercenaries for all sides of the war. Selling their services to the military where entire cities were flattened in their wake.


New nations formed from the destruction of this merciless empire, floating cities built on the oceans they had fled to. They replicated the mana engines to power their new society, not fully understanding what they were relying on as a lifeline. Nobody fully understood the workings of a Mana Engine, only that they offered infinite possibility. The old world was left as a wasteland, cities barely grasping onto life. The survivors were united by a hatred for the magic that had forever altered their way of life. Even in what was considered the New World, magic was altering peoples' lives. Anyone who was born with a natural affinity for magic was considered better, there opportunities for success seeming endless. If you were fortunate enough to be able to acquire a Mana engine, you were considered a Synth, lesser than an Elitist who possesed the natural gift of magic but still better than a Mundane human, someone too poor to even use synthetic magic.

Officially, the War ended fifty years ago. Emperor Marius Duval of the Achenian Empire passed away and a relative state of peace was left across the land. However the effects from the war are still being felt. The Empire's expansion had stopped but it's enemies did not. The remnants of the Old World still plotted their revenge, those who lost there lands to the Empire dreamt of the day they would reclaim them and even within the Empire's borders magic split the people apart.

It is here where your story begins; the coronation of the new Empress of the Achenian Empire had begun in the grand city of Arcania. New generations of Elites reaching their coming of age, new generations of Mana Engines created, new soldiers conscripted into the cause...