In Azimuth, there is no ground. Humans live on cities of floatrock, or sail the skies on antimass airships. Far below rages the impenetrable Understorm, while above shines the sun and moons. Long ago, in a time called the Gold Age, the world was at peace. Then came the Collapse, and ever since the world hasn’t been the same. The ancient nation of Azrune, its power waned to a shadow of its Gold Age apex, sits by idly as young new nations clash; fleets of airships and skyfighters meeting headlong in bloody battle.



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