Before the fall, there was the kingdom — and the kingdom was happy.

Old Zerkheim is the Berzerker Tribal Monarchy in the era of Pride's reign: a fortress-region of mountains, desert, forest, grasslands and rivers on the planet that bears its name, west of Alacis-Nemexia, ruled by a race not of royal bloodline but born of the land itself — the Berzerkers, said to have been born from the Zerkheim Bloodstone and the Bloodstone Lake. Mount Zerkheim rises over it all, clouds floating along its summit, bloodstone structures at its peak resembling a king's castle — for the king's home is there, in the great structure that towers over the entire territory. Inside the hollow mountain, the capital turns around its volcano and its crystal Heart: 1.8 million Zerkheimians of many races, religions and cultures, one nation, traveling by portal between gates that are rarely opened.

And over the whole nation — the first and only monarchy ever to reign over the Berzerkers, raised from tribes of savage warriors — sits Pride Azakayi: the strongest Berzerker to ever exist, and the kindest king his people have ever known. His law is freedom itself: roam anywhere, without restraint, so long as you do not interfere with his governing laws. His warriors know no worry and no fear. His people smile — always smiles, never frowns.

This is the world before the World of Monsters. Nothing in it knows what is coming. Play it at its height.