The world was fragile, like a newborn baby, and, like him, it stood uncertainly on thin legs. Although over time, if you are lucky enough to survive, the cluses grow into large, strong animals with stunningly beautiful multi-colored fur. The peace treaty between Alir and Altair could also have blossomed over time, finding beauty and harmony, but apparently not anymore. And the reason for this is an absurd accident. It just so happened that everything now depends on one rogue Altairian who ran away from home, and two high-society Aliran girls. In the name of the Great Altar! The cover design uses photographs from the pixabay resource under a CC0 license.