[ WP ] Magic is discovered and it 's channeled with music . Modern nations dissolve and new countries rise in their place divided by the preferred music . In the frozen north lie the Metal kingdoms . Far to the south are the countries of Soul etc .

How could one ever want to live in this country? 
 
 Blood pours from the rooftops, freezing into sharp, dripping fangs. Old wooden buildings, once ordained as sacred land, now burn - and will burn until the gods themselves rip the world asunder. 
 
 Even now, the sun is swallowing itself and the night lift's its toothless head from the grave. 
 
 Witches dance in the forest, and a white-faced, black-haired Sorceror climbs to the treacherous peak of the mountain, just to scream the Defiler's name. 
 
 Here are the people, vicious and raw. They are fearless, not because they are brave, but because they *worship fear itself*. 
 
 It is a maddening beauty that covers this land - from the southern mountains that rise like dread guardians against the sea - to the frozen north, where only the dead may live. 
 
 For all their hate, they love but one thing: their music. In this unholy passion, they listen, they learn, and they *thrive. * 
 
 They believe there is beauty in the profane - there is art in the chaos - and there is an unfathomable brilliance in the Darkest Religion. 
 
 A sound clatters out of the forests. Birds, black and screeching, alight into the frozen winds fleeing from what thunders beneath. What have the Witches wrought forth? What beats between the frozen trees of the blackest woods? 
 
 His legs are trunks, overgrown with vines. His feet are roots, slathered in dirt. The thunder of his crackling bark sounds like the beat of drums. Quickening. Relentless. 
 
 But it is the lightning that saturates the air, and the scream of the Rotten Banshee that truly strikes glory in the eyes of all who behold. A terrible, loathing glory, borne of pain and majesty. 
 
 This country - her soldiers are her sons, and her daughters. They are united by a single thought: 
 
 How could one ever want to live anywhere else?
