In an unknown plane, chaos was spreading through its largest royal city.
The Dorell Kingdom had endured for a thousand years, but after three generations of foolish monarchs in a row, it had finally reached the end of its reign.
Uprisings everywhere, warlords carving up the land, and nobles each harboring their own schemes had brought this thousand-year-old, decaying kingdom to its final end.
The once-resplendent royal palace now lay in ruin.
The maids and soldiers fleeing from inside the palace had carried off every valuable possession.
In the final years of the dynasty, no one remained loyal to it.
"Ha ha ha... Everyone's been deceiving me... Die... you traitors!"
In the palace's grand hall, Dorell XIII stood disheveled and wild-eyed, roaring at the empty chamber.
He repeatedly slammed his palms against the armrests of the throne, venting his fury. The force was so great that his palms split open, and blood streamed from them.
The throne was stained crimson, its golden sheen obscured, leaving it looking utterly battered.
Clang, clang, clang!!!
The sound of metal striking the ground came from outside the palace, mixed with the excited shouts of a large group of soldiers.
"Kill that damned tyrant!"
"Charge! For the founding of a brand-new kingdom!"
A group of soldiers dressed in all manner of clothing soon stormed into the palace.
On the throne, the crazed Dorell XIII saw the soldiers enter and immediately shouted abuse at them.
"Damned rebels! I am the king of the Dorell Kingdom. How dare you rebel against me!"
"Hmph. Tyrant, you have no idea how to rule a kingdom. Everything you do is just to satisfy your own selfish desires. Being overthrown is your destiny!"
A man wearing standardized armor, clearly more professional than the other soldiers and resembling a general, stepped out