[Duce]

In a land where civilization has fallen, people have gathered themselves back into communities of renegades and scoundrels. The land has suffered, but her people have suffered far greater. There is nothing to save, but for power. The greedy have always been the leaders of their race- and the same lies true this day. Men and women of power gorge themselves on the fruits of labor, the product of society breaking itself just to stay alive. Power. Fame. Wealth. The backbone of reality.

A war broke out across the globe, devastating all that lived; men, women, children. Life became the essence of terror for the briefest of moments. Three hours. Three hours of horror, pain, bloodshed. The land was ravaged and so were her people. There stood a great wall- a sudden halting of progress. And in the blink of the eye, a simple choice was made. All across the planet, people of power suddenly came to the conclusion..a shared choice that would spiral down to the collapse of society. Alone in his glass topped office, a man sighed. "Burn them all.."

This was the world they lived in now. This was the war savaged planet that still clung to the barest vestiges of propriety. But that was in the cities...the outer areas, or 'The Black' as most of the human race came to call it, was a wasteland of tears and agony. Staying alive was a choice. yes, a choice. Because you either worked for it, hunted it, broke your bones and shed your blood just to hang on- or you let go. Let go of everything, and gave into the darkness. This was reality.

After the first twenty years, the land still hadn't healed itself. It was as though the planet itself had given up. The earth tore herself open and spilled noxious gasses. Plumes of smoke rose in colors of the rainbow, drifting across dessert and would-be forest land, decimating the animal and human population. Mutating it. Carving it into something grand and horrifying. Something of a greater beauty and horror than ever before.

Demons walked the earth.

Angels flew the skies.

And together they sought dominion. Separated, they conquered it's peoples.

But the people fought back. Society bore the weight of adversity and sprang forth with new life. New hope. People who could make a difference. The Champions. Lightning fell from their fingers, and the earth shook beneath their feet. They were mighty, and they were unmoved.

This was the land they lived in now. This was..

Xardis.