Once upon a time, there was a land between two continents: Najta, considered as the cradle and home of the gods of all religions. For centuries, it flourished as a cultural, scientific, and commercial center of great wealth under the rule of the Kingdom of Lebias.

However, the kingdom eventually fell into chaos and decadence, harassed by the emerging empires of the eastern continent of Ayaria. Desperate, it begged for help from the friendly kingdoms of the western continent, Elvira, as a last resort to prevent the imminent advance of corruption and barbarism.

Thus, the bloody "nefeshic wars" erupted, in which both civilizations clashed in fierce battles with a display of weapons, tactics, and powers where the old myths and legends of their sacred texts came back to life.

Several years after its end, a self-proclaimed wandering knight travels to the ancestral lands, following the trail of his mysterious origins. Under the motto "My wandering sword for thy Lordship's safety," he will try to set an example of honor and justice, the same example that he has been responsible for bringing to all the domains he has explored in the past.

Unfortunately, his good intentions will be hindered by a series of serious misunderstandings that will drag him into a new struggle between supernatural forces. A new nefeshic war that will determine not only the fate of Najta, but of the entire world.

PS: I will be posting this story on other platforms under this same nickname of MrLightningBolt.