The story was told in a medieval world full of chaos;

Dragons, Trolls, Goblins, Orcs and numerous beasts and monsters roamed the world;

armies of undead walked the land;

Evils and Demons conquered the nights;

Dark Elves and Notorious Dwarves thickened the bloody fog;

...

Human in all classes fighted for months and years ... but in vain.

But who could save the world? Even the Gods dared not promise ...

Until ... a new generation came, mighty groups of heroes and heorines were chosen to fight the darkness, the chaotic side of the world ...

It was the coldest night in Thandox. The winter air sent a shiver down the spines of two young guards at a chamber doorway. They were cold, but they both knew the lying stone inside the chamber was much colder than their chain armours.

In the center of this circular chamber, there was lying a superrealistic stone statue. Well known in the Great Land, the beauty of the statue lady was so breathtaking, even the Dwarven God, Rokinghammera, would be dumbfounded for it. Tonight, a young knight in full plate armour kneeling besides her. Flashing the joyful and unforgettable moments with the living lady in his mind, Zard Karminoque removed his gauntlets and gently wiped her cold face. Though his fingers were icy buring, he did not return his hand. It was he who could tell how warm, delicate and soft of the face it used to be.

It had been a month since Princess Belle turned into a stone statue by a dreadful chill touch of a Darklord in one of the three hells.

Zard kissed her lips. With tears in his heart, the young knight swore to the frozen princess,

"From the brightest sky to the darkest sea,

In the name of the Holy One;

When the dragonbreath covers the spring scent,

and the satan horn drowns out the summer lullabies;

When the humans cry for the autumn moon,

and the welkin weeps over our winter kiss;

Whate'er nightmares you have,

My heart will be right here ... ... with you."

Zard walked out the chamber and started his long epic of destiny.