When steam, gears, and order are submerged beneath thick snow; when knights, psionic power, and royal authority reappear amidst the heavy smog; Prier awakens in this apocalypse, a useless viscount of Raven's Lands. The biting wind howls, the heat tower teeters on the brink of explosion, the people struggle on the verge of freezing to death, the land operating like hell. Fortunately, the game's mechanics remain intact… From the guards' [Broken Stone Spears] to the Sun Knights' [Celestial Weapons]; from repairing the misunderstood [Coal-fired Boiler] to igniting lost blueprint technologies; from barely keeping the heat source burning to rebuilding the [Heart of Winter] and the [Miracle Greenhouse]; from resisting beast plagues and famine to establishing a great empire standing tall amidst the blizzard… Prier Raven stands in the biting wind, his raven-feather-adorned robes wrapped tightly around him. This time, he holds the technological legacy of an entire civilization, vowing to forge the Throne of Winter in the Frozen Age! Make the people well-fed and clothed, make them open their eyes to hope, and make the whole world revolve according to human will.