There lays a world of eldritch beauty, of balance kept and treaties made. Ten worlds collided with one another, begetting a newfound era - not of peace, but of fragile tension.
Ten peoples, ten worlds, and ten kingdoms that have arisen from such bitter, false peace.
The 10 Kingdoms - on a massive continent, 10 kingdoms are constantly vying against one another in both trade and war.
Like spokes jutting out from a wheel, the eight known kingdoms and two hidden ones vie for supremacy in a world filled with dark creatures, magic, and powers jostling in the shadows.
Politics tinged with bloodshed, hidden proxy wars and worse ensure that the fragile balance is never overtly broken but should never be trusted completely.
This is Melpo. This is the Battleworld.
Let’s fucking go.