The human union empire, a thousand years ago...
The Hero Rothschild sat on his chair. He had white hair and his body looked frail, a white blindfold covered his eyes, yet he was still able to read the battle report spread before him.
A woman stood beside him, her features bearing a subtle resemblance to his own. Sophie's gaze followed the same lines of text as his, her presence silent yet unwavering as they absorbed the details of countless battles raging simultaneously across distant territories.
After scrutinizing every word, Rothschild placed the papers down on the wooden table before him. His hands trembled slightly as he sank into deep contemplation.
He thought to himself that the ancient gods were really ruthless. When he had performed his first calculation years ago, he had realized that humanity could never win this war. That realization had spurred him to unite the entire human race, a monumental feat that many had deemed impossible.
