Before the sky was filled with the sacred choir of the ‘Gods’ followers, humanity had once learned to stand on their own two feet. Beneath the flag of the Twilight nobility, cold iron was forced to replace exhausted muscles. Their minds gave birth to formulas, technology, and medicines, proving that humanity was capable of living without having to beg for blessings at the base of stone statues. Yet, to the eternity above, intellect was the most unforgivable form of arrogance and sin. As the 10th century turned and the wheel of a hundred years spin, dawn brought no warmth, but rather the first Messenger who carried the melody of purification. On the night when Chanted Magic was echoed from the highest peak of the sky, all achievements of human intellect were melted into ash, leaving behind a genocide wrapped in the name of return to the righteous path.