PROLOGUE
Memories of the Arcadia, year of our lord 2977, day 43.
The humans that still inhabit southern earth have grown torpid. They let a handful exploit the resources to ensure their livelihood.
Weak and cowardly and preoccupied solely with pleasure, they live in opulence and shameful idleness.
Unaware of the threat hanging over them.
To
You would be saddened to see what has become of the Earth, our planet you cherished so much…
…as sad as the lament that Mimay plays on her harp…
The oceans are drying up. The riches that nature once offered us are gradually exhausted.
you, my friend, who travels with us on this sea of stars, alongside the 40 crew members of our pirate ship Arcadia…From the depths of space, the omnipotent Mazon began their exodus to their former colony, Earth. A world they inhabited long before the appearance of man.
No longer having a place to live, these humanoids know the blue planet represents their only chance of survival.
From
to guide the Mazon royal armada towards this Eden, Queen Lafresia sent a gigantic black sphere… …that crashed in the middle of our capital, the center of the Terran government. Radiation emitted by this enormous orb awakened one by one the Mazon on Earth who had been sleeping for millennia. the four corners of the globe, emerging from their million-year sleep, they rise to prepare for this future invasion.