Eighty-two years ago, before the sectors were divided, before the mines swallowed lives, and before the Capital rose into gold and arrogance, the land that would become Libria had still been unfinished.
At that time, the outer border remained unstable.
Beyond it lay wasteland, ruined cities from the old war, unknown creatures, poisoned lands, and scattered remnants of civilizations that had survived differently.
Inside a newly built command hall stood two brothers.
One wore military red.
His head was bald, his shoulders broad, and the red guard suit he wore still lacked the ceremonial decorations later added to Capital authority.
The other stood before a giant projection of the border lines, wearing a dark royal coat embroidered with silver threads.
The bald man bowed slightly and spoke first.
"The barrier upon the border hath been completed, my brother. With this, the threats of the outer world may no longer trespass upon our land."
The other man did not immediately answer.
