Amidst the barren lands of endless sand in the region of Tarkan, lies an underground dungeon, sealing an ancient demon, only known as Sylion. For what seemed like eternity, the seal held it captive, yet the rising problem of the seal weakening thru time remains a constant threat to the entire continent.

The three former kingdoms of Lorencia, Devias and Noria made an alliance in the form of an empire called Loderia. For years, they have been carefully devising a strategy to eradicate the beast for good. Hundreds of warriors and wizards were long prepared for this fateful encounter. When at last the emperor gave the order, willfully these soldiers marched unto uncertainty.

As they approached the beast's lair, the atmosphere started to get heavier and heavier, the bone-chilling breeze carried an ill will of hatred and contempt started to break the once strong determination these brave men had and terrified most of them to their knees, evident of the seal gradually being weakened. Even then, it took the archmages four days to completely break the barrier with constant pouring of heavy magic, finally revealing forth a petrifying abomination, -a demon by the name of Sylion!

Free at long last, the creature wore a murderous smile filled with excitement and bloodlust, before it began to ravage everyone who dared stay near, sucking away their life to feed its own. The beast's soul-breaking display of raw power made it clear as day that the gap between men and demons is something far beyond imagination. Realizing the imminent danger they're now in, the men desperately cried to the gods for help.

Reach the heavens did their plead for salvation, and Odin, being the merciful god that he is, immediately sent his son, the mighty Thor to aid the humans in this one-sided massacre they've put themselves into. Merely seconds after their desperate cry for help, a glorious flash of blinding light sparked through the heavens right before Sylion is struck with the thunder god's wrath. Now enraged more than ever by the interference of the god, Sylion drew out all the power it held inside and fought the god in what looked like an evenly matched duel 'til both suffered fatal wounds and succumbed to their injuries and exhaustion. Seeing an opening to attack, the archmages consecutively hit Sylion with lightning, ice and fire 'til they brought it to its knees before the god landed the final strike, ending the demon's life.

He then ordered they burn the remains before he left, but the emperor had other ideas, he wanted its bones to be kept intact and made into a fine suit of armor as a trophy of their bitter-sweet victory. A decision that he soon regretted, moments before he was struck down by his own men after being overpowered by the bone armor's own will.

To this day, the suit remained intact. Deeply buried under the sand where Sylion once was imprisoned, never to be seen again. A powerful set of armor made of diabolic bones, corrupting the soul of whosoever dares wield it.