· Alliance

Inside the royal palace of the Kingdom of Elven Gard, Dorag of the Gnome, who stood about one meter thirty tall and whose aged face did nothing to hide the muscle still packed across his entire body, was led forward by a guard. Last night, he had received an invitation from Lax, the great noble who had recently risen to prominence among the Elves.

Not long ago, he had received news that the God of War, Artosh, had revived once more, had already quietly brought five races under his rule, and was about to issue challenges to the other races.

At the time, Dorag, who had survived the great war six thousand years ago, had not believed it at all. After all, during that war, the God of War Artosh had died for reasons no one understood, and for six thousand years, the Flügel created by the God of War Artosh had been searching for the cause of Artosh's death.

But even after all that time, they had still found nothing. In truth, the other races had also been investigating the matter in secret. After all, he had been the strongest god of that era, the god closest to the Star Grail, which represented absolute dominion over the world.

However, just like the Flügel, every race had failed to uncover even the slightest clue as to the cause of the God of War Artosh's death. At most, they knew that six thousand years ago, some force had been secretly guiding the course of the great war from the shadows.

Even now, Dorag still clearly remembered the black clad man who had quietly come to him back then and spoken of the Gnome's greatest trump card, "Marrow Blast." However, because news about "Marrow Blast" had been leaked at the time, and