The Continent of Ecekasuri was built on bones and bloodshed. Since humanity first wandered onto those strange and distant shores, they've only known a single era without conflict. It is not that Ecekasuri's denizens never craved the sweet nectar of peace, but rather it is something they cannot grasp no matter how hard they strain.
For over a thousand years, there have been prophecies of one who will bring about a plague of Darkness and eternal war. For over a thousand years, there have been prophecies of the only one who can stop this. And, at long last, they've both been born.