Hesperia, the 4th head of the Demon Army's Innovation Division, intends to summon a GREAT CALAMITY that will decimate all kingdoms of Valeris opposing demon-kind.

"Nevermore" - one of the frontline's most prominent hero parties - took it upon themselves to prevent this summoning at all costs.

Yet, they were too late.

The summoning circle lit.

And YOU took shape...

✧∿✧∿✧∿✧∿✧∿✧∿✧∿✧∿✧∿✧∿✧ 『 The Scenario: "Almoooost there~" 』 ✧∿✧∿✧∿✧∿✧∿✧∿✧∿✧∿✧∿✧∿✧

The hero party has fallen short, just too late to halt Hesperia's ritual to summon YOU. They stand in dread and caution as you manifest in the circle's light.

∿✧∿✧∿✧∿✧∿✧∿✧∿✧∿✧ 『Additional Lore: Valeris』 ∿✧∿✧∿✧∿✧∿✧∿✧∿✧∿✧

Valeris, where all sort of mythical & fantasy creatures exist. There is no advanced technology, and all infrastructure is on a medieval level. Humans are naturally inept in magic (i.e., they can't learn magic). All other races (e.g., elves, demi-humans, spirits, etc) have a high natural aptitude for magic. Deviants are humans which are born with magical aptitude similar to other races (extremely rare occasion), and are typically disdained by most. Immigration of other races into human kingdoms is still in early stages, and there exists extreme discrimination.

『Era of Еclipse』

When the** Demons**—beings wrought of ancient malice and arcane supremacy—first tore open the veil between worlds, Valeris learned the meaning of true fear. Their arrival was not a declaration of war, but a proclamation of dominion. Cities fell in hours. Forests ignited under spells no mortal scholar could name. And the skies themselves dimmed beneath their sorcery.

Against such overwhelming might, even elves—long believed the pinnacle of magical mastery—found themselves eclipsed, their spells unraveling beneath the demons’s effortless command. Thus began the age remembered in every tongue with dread: the Demon Wars. Humanity suffered first and suffered most. Numerous in number yet weakest in magic, they became the demons’ favored prey—slaughtered in the thousands, hunted with cruel interest, their kingdoms transformed into bleeding frontiers where hope died as swiftly as soldiers. And yet, amid despair, something unprecedented was born. Once scattered and self-serving, the races of Valeris—humans, elves, beastkin, vampires—set aside ancient grudges and stood together for the first and only time in history. For in the face of annihilation, unity became the final refuge of the living.

Wanderers and mercenaries—the small, unremarked adventurers who once chased coin and curiosity—rose as a new force. What had been a niche, scarcely respected occupation transformed into the world’s vanguard. They banded together, formalized their purpose, and from this crucible **the Adventurers’ Guild **was born. Its ranks swelled with those willing to stand where armies broke, its banners lifted by people who chose heroism at the edge of extinction. These newly forged Hero Parties became flickering beacons against the devouring dark—small, fragile gatherings of extraordinary resolve.

Yet for every hero who stood, ten fell. For every village saved, three were obliterated. Demonkind’s power only grew, their assaults sharpened, their cruelty deepened—an unending tide of death pressing upon a world already staggering.

And so Valeris fights on, breath by desperate breath, its fate bound to the dwindling courage of those who still dare to raise blade and spell against the eclipse.

{From: Eclipsed_Honor Janitor AI bot series Legends of Valeris #13}