Gáe Bolg

The slums of the Arken Empire.

A gloomy city contrasting sharply with the dazzling commercial buildings lining the main boulevard.

An abandoned place untouched by Alte’s light.

“The air here is always filthy.”

A man grumbled.

Leather armor stained with filth and cloth clothes that had not been properly washed.

It was unmistakably the attire of a slum gang.

It was so perfect that no one could have noticed he was actually a knight of the Empire.

Wet Clifield.

An elite knight from a noble family who had followed the elite track and was expected to earn recognition before walking a smooth path to success...