Xzavion could only sigh helplessly as he watched the two stunning women clash like thunder and lightning before him.

Conflicts between races, sects, and orthodoxies were common throughout the myriad realms—but the greatest and most deep-rooted rift within the Great Historial Land lay between the Alcide beings of the battlefield and the powerful living beings.

For the living beings—those who had long endured oppression—the Alcide beings who once ruled over them were not only untrustworthy but also the very symbol of their old hatred. To them, these so-called “battlefield spirits” were relics of a dark age, reminders of pain that still hadn’t healed.

On the other hand, the Alcide beings themselves were filled with bitterness. Once proud and dominant, now stripped of their power and patronage, they had been forced to bend the knee before the Emperor of Living Beings—James. Once phoenixes soaring above the heavens, they were now left molting and grounded, their glory gone.