The Kingdom of Rain.

That was your country.

One day, an urgent report arrived from your ally, Mels.

"Numerous suspicious vessels spotted across the sea. Requesting reinforcements."

You set out for Mels leading thirty thousand infantry and one thousand wyvern riders.

On the way, the soldiers were in high spirits.

This was because a similar deployment had occurred during the reign of the king two generations ago.

Back then, an orc fleet had attacked.

However, the wyvern riders dropped stones from the sky, sinking the ships one after another.

The infantry hardly fought at all, and the expedition was passed down in stories as if it were a mere picnic.

This time, too, it will be over in an instant.

That atmosphere permeated the entire army.

Upon arriving at the coast of Mels, you felt even more relieved.

Troops gathered from various nations numbered approximately five hundred thousand.

Colorful national flags fluttered.

Spearmen, knights, mages, and giants.

Wyverns filled the sky.

The sandy beach was packed with soldiers.

"With these numbers, there is no way we can lose,"

Naren, your chief of staff, said with a smile.

But...

The wyvern rider who returned from reconnaissance was pale.

"Your Majesty... there are ships."

"How many?"

"Many. And they are ships like floating castles."

The soldier crouched on the sand and drew a flag no one had ever seen before.

Several horizontal stripes.

A square in the corner.

Inside it, countless star-like marks were lined up.

It was a flag that no one knew.