[A quiet sigh, eyes straight ahead.] Two countries, Tethe'alla and Sylvarant, each selfishly vied for power. For nearly a thousand years skirmishes dotted the land with blood, but it didn't grow into a full-blown war until shortly before I was born.

The war was fought with magitechnology, elaborate weapons that consumed large amounts of mana, the planet's lifeblood. The Kharlan Tree, the source of mana, was withering. It would not be able to sustain the warring world for much longer, but neither side showed signs of stopping.