Prologue: A World Ablaze through Unending War

Promethea… the world devoured by the thousand year-long war between the great countries that each hold the title of a Superpower.

In this world of endless strife and bloodshed lies the great Empire of Ostadonia, a burgeoning empire that stretches from the great arctic mountain range of the Dukedom of Boreas in the north, the fortress islands of Marl Kah in the south, the watery hell of the Gral Ocean in the east and the dark abyssal depths of the Gral Ocean in the west. Populated by hundreds of millions of loyal and stalwart citizens, the empire continues to emanate with power as it bids its' time to reach out towards its ambitions whilst living in fear of the two other Superpowers around it.

Ostadonia is known to be a militaristic powerhouse, being the home of all kinds of treasure troves of resources, their military prowess is often considered as peerless and betraying no expectations. However, even such a country would find itself troubled when it faces off against enemies who are prepared to pour all of their strength to put them to their knees.

At their east, beyond the great ocean of Silesia lies the Atlanterran Confederation of the Atla continent, an assembly of brutal militaristic countries unified under a veil of deceitful virtues and unending vices. Rotten to its core as an oligarchy of conglomerates and corporations masquerading as a legitimate state, it will stop at nothing just to get hold of colonies to exploit and feed its ever-hungry industrial factories.

At their west, at the central continent of Yropa is the United kingdoms of Erica, a union of kingdoms and principalities who once held colonies in Ost. With its highest thrones mostly composed of racial supremacists who spout the "purity of their blood" and their "heaven mandated right and responsibility to rule over the barbarians", they are now fighting over the empty throne of Erica, making the day when they'll point their blades to the Empire draw closer and closer.

Promethea is indeed drowning in blood and wreathed in the flames of its great war… and yet, it hasn't reached its resounding climax yet.

"By the authority vested upon me as the Marquis of the Serafina territory, I sever your dependence from your main family and dub you here today as a lord of the empire, its honored peer and servant from here and to the end of time."

That day, a young man proved himself and moved the world closer to the brink of total war.

"Arise, Wolf of Serafina! Lord Jonathan Hakuryuu Bougainvillea!"