The Middle Realm

"There was once a time, twenty years ago perhaps, that this world could've been saved. Back when there was hope for a future of stability and peace, a world where old warriors like me could finally go to our heaven, and meet our end. That hope was weakened each time they left, each time they passed on. Eventually, it died with him, my son. The last hope for this world. Now I-no, now we all realize that hope was a pipe dream. Ragnarok and the twenty years since have shown us that this is a dying crumbling world. The only thing left for us now is to fight over the ashes and try not to choke on the blood and ruined ideology."