Beyond the flaming borders of every war lies nothing more terrible than the destruction around and within it. Those who know the war is approaching may fear it - those who fight it may be unsure of their ability to survive it. There is nothing greater than the will to survive and nothing more threatening to that will than what we fear. Iaretaan will test the true resolve of the world's greatest will.

In the all consuming tragedy of war lies the devastation of those left behind. The willing soldier found unfit, the soldier's son left alone as mother sits in the window. In some ways neglect does greater damage than outright dislike, while rejection can cause more pain than fighting a losing battle. Here Mionaraan gives you nothing you have not felt before.

When all your dedication leads you through fields of death and blood toward the victory you so desperately seek, there is a wickedness that walks beside and a madness that sleeps within. When everything you trust becomes the rusted remains of a razor-edged web of lies and everything you thought was right turns out to be wrong, Khasthenaan is waiting.

The beauty of Phaeinaan is as doleful as the artistic young maiden prostrate with anguish over the loss of her fiance, as forlorn as the laments of all mourning mothers and as pitiable as the wretched warriors who return home whole in body and with holes in their hearts.

Taking years to erode away even the hardest of stones, water can change the very face of a planet through its endless patience. Inside every soldier there is something silent and restless that changes the shape of their heart, the scars of regret and the marks of shame as completely overwhelming and unexpectedly powerful over time as the proverbial waters of Faesalaan.