In the recesses of history that now lie in the mists of time, there is a magnificent and mysterious period known as the Middle Ages. This period, covering roughly the 5th to 15th centuries takes us to a different world, where life and civilization flourished under the shadow of castles and tall towers.
Long ago, in a world full of magic and diversity, four distinct races - Humans, Vampires, Werewolves, and Dwarves - lived together in fragile harmony. They share the vast earth peacefully, respecting each other's uniqueness. But, as happens in the timeline of every civilization, that balance cannot last forever.
The war wiped out everything, and that era of harmony became a memory lost among the historical records. Shadows of conflict and tension flash across the horizon. Discord arose from the growing rift between the four races, creeping in slowly like invisible weeds. In 580 AD, the year when the four races isolated themselves from other races, one race considered the other race to be despicable, history could not save harmony between races for 200 years. This period is known as the Age of Alienation.
"Oi, Noah! It's almost time! The full moon is starting to appear, our troops are waiting. When do you want to see the fireplace?" said Arthur while throwing pebbles at Noah.
Noah, who had had enough of staring at the fireplace, got up and spread his arms, preparing to lead the raid into the Kingdom of Elaria with Arthur. "Your people have had a lot of coffee, Arthur?" said Noah.
"We are strong without even eating! Nothing can stop us from taking back what is ours!" Arthur said enthusiastically.
"You human. Remember, our enemies also benefit at night, you know. They can kill a hundred people even if they're sleepy, hahaha," said Noah again.
"Don't be arrogant because you are a Werewolf. Do you want to compete to see who can cut the most vampires?" Arthur challenged.
Noah smiled enthusiastically at Arthur's challenge and clenched his fists. "The one who kills the least treats four casks of ale!" said Noah.
Noah took four steps past where Arthur was standing, steadied his footing, raised his head towards the full moon then let out a loud howl. Noah's pupils, which were originally brown, turned red when he released his howl.
Not long after Noah howled, the forest trees roared violently, and the leaves of the trees whipped violently after being passed by something that was moving incredibly fast. It was so fast, that waves of wind blew hard toward Noah and Arthur along with their movements, but the gusts didn't make them move.
From behind the dense forest, a group of Werewolves emerged, their steps agile and graceful even though their bodies were covered in thick fur. Their every step was full of wild grace, and their eyes glowed blue. "Change, save your energy. We will release our strength with Arthur's troops," Noah ordered hundreds of Werewolves.
Hearing Noah's orders, the Werewolves transformed into their original forms, then they knelt before Noah. "We are ready to accept your orders, King Noah," said one of the Werewolves politely.
"What about our territory?" asked Noah.