The year is 1200, Cycle 40570945.

The Ruling World, a world considered the crowning jewel of the reality it resides in, a spot desired by all galactic empires and species. The one who holds this planet, holds the power, and as such, the planet itself has drawn not only many visitors, but wars that do not involve the populace of the world itself. Empires have fought and died, races having gone extinct for the trump card of a world, but none have truly managed to claim it. But then again, who truly could?

The world is wild, and untamed, and has a cycle that happens every 100,000 years, where the entire world is suddenly engulfed by the planet's natural form of existence, as the world, strangely enough, begins to create a total of 25 more layers over the crust, which in turn not only just increases it's overall size, but also adds more unique resources and minerals that are only found on the planet itself, making it more wild and untamed than before.

After so many cycles, a single empire discovers the planet of war, and with it follows a war of their own. The Solar Empire, the Lunar Republic, and the Chaotic Council, who all originate from the homeworld long since abandoned known as Equus, and they will soon discover not only those that call the Ruling World home, but also the many secrets that lie in not only the world itself, but also what lies down below the layers of dirt, down to where the caves supposedly reign supreme, and hold monstrosities of old worlds, as the myth goes.

Who will reign supreme in the war for control?