Jack was almost free.

Years ago, he'd accepted a contract with the greatest company in the continent, a way out of certain demise. Only when he was bound by the ink on the paper, did he know: all he'd done was change his prison. He managed to learn, do what he was told and survive. The long years of service passed and the contract was almost up. Almost. Only three more quests and he'd be free. How hard could it be?

Tillon saw the service he'd gotten himself into differently than others. He didn't want to survive. He wanted to become someone great in the bindings of his contract. All he needed was an opportunity. He kept his head down and did what he had to, patiently waiting. Then, the continent managed to get itself wrapped into a web of high-stakes politics with the Swords of the Guardians in the middle of it all. Tillon was chosen to represent the company in the matter. It was the strongest party and all he had to do was show up, say what was planned and collect his praise. But he wouldn't waste the perfect opportunity, wouldn't he?

Even though they were bound by the same company, their worlds were different. And yet, once abrupt chaos and webs of deceit unfolded around them, their paths intertwined and their worlds changed forever.