It began with the Dracons, who ruled the oceans and skies. Their endless days of peace and harmony. From far off shores the elths appeared, searching for refuge from their horrible enemy. The elths feared the huge dracons and battles were common. But with the broken peace came more horrors, the creatures of the night ventured to the land. The Vampyrs. But from the deaths of the millenia war new creatures formed, the Ferocia & the Mennap. The Mennap were strange spirits who could drift through their immortal lives, while the Ferocia were magical beings (much like the elths) who bore the burden of feathery wings.

These walking dead scared the war away, and the strongest and the eldest of each race formed a treaty, for peace. They worked together to keep control of the people and to keep safe lives. Each race was allocated land and they were only to leave it for trade and celebrations.

It seemed like it had always been that way when the men arrived, the mortals. With mortality they brought the horrors of torture, they attacked the other races believing their mortality gave them exemption from the laws. But reaching an agreement, a man named Cedric agreed to join the treaty on conditions the mortals could live as they used to. But Cedric double-crossed the others. He did experiments on the other races behind the leader's backs, causing them to lose their minds.

On the revealing of his work he, and the other mortals, were to be sent back to their own land. But it was too late, there were many more mortals than the others. The leaders were slaughtered, the dracons banished and the other races brought down to slavery. But not everyone was captured, many rebelled. It is time for the clash of swords to ring clear. It is time for the Mortals to face the Immortals. It is time for the ImmortaLife.