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===Story Synopsis=== | ===Story Synopsis=== | ||
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Thirty months ago, a mysterious horde crossed the snow-capped mountains. They fell upon the Polisian Federation like the scourge of death, leaving cities in smoldering ruins and bloodied corpses as far as the eye can see. | |||
Desperate to stop the tide of destruction, Lydia's home country raised one army after another to face the enemy. But a string of defeats left only fields of white bones. Entire noble bloodlines perished in the brutality of war, while men from fifteen-year-old boys to elderly grandfathers were conscripted and sent to their deaths. | |||
In this darkest hour, the Federation received a divine blessing. The Protectress of Samara offered an otherworldly gift: one of the greatest military masterminds that the distant realm of Earth had ever seen. | |||
Yet no matter how brilliant he was, one man could hardly turn the course of an entire war. He would have to cooperate with Lydia and an inexperienced female officer corps, to build a winning force in ways that no nation had ever attempted: through the mass conscription of women. | |||
Only one fact stood for certain: regardless of victory or defeat, society would never remain the same... and neither will he or any other soul who fought. | |||
===Volume 1=== | ===Volume 1=== | ||
Revision as of 09:59, 30 November 2017
The Flowers in Boreal Twilight
Story Synopsis
(version save)
Thirty months ago, a mysterious horde crossed the snow-capped mountains. They fell upon the Polisian Federation like the scourge of death, leaving cities in smoldering ruins and bloodied corpses as far as the eye can see.
Desperate to stop the tide of destruction, Lydia's home country raised one army after another to face the enemy. But a string of defeats left only fields of white bones. Entire noble bloodlines perished in the brutality of war, while men from fifteen-year-old boys to elderly grandfathers were conscripted and sent to their deaths.
In this darkest hour, the Federation received a divine blessing. The Protectress of Samara offered an otherworldly gift: one of the greatest military masterminds that the distant realm of Earth had ever seen.
Yet no matter how brilliant he was, one man could hardly turn the course of an entire war. He would have to cooperate with Lydia and an inexperienced female officer corps, to build a winning force in ways that no nation had ever attempted: through the mass conscription of women.
Only one fact stood for certain: regardless of victory or defeat, society would never remain the same... and neither will he or any other soul who fought.