I forgot to put this sketch on my setting.
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... then the times were other. Wild, cruel. Rage was not just a leader, she was a dictator, and to some extent even a tyrant.
Twice as many, ten times more aggressive ... didn’t spare anyone. Affect state is it called? If someone had a fight with her, there could be only one outcome.

Maybe it was a disease. Or maybe she just played the part of such a beast, I don’t know. Whatever it was, it worked damn. They were afraid of her.

Everything dramatically changed after the civil war. And fierce warriors like her ... they were no longer needed.
Rage died just as it lived. She went forward, attacked, even knowing that she was dying. She was so fascinated by the war.

Rage came to our nation when we needed it most. And she left when the world ceased to need her. Along with Rage, the era of war and destruction has sunk into oblivion.

The trace that she left in history and culture yawns like a scar from her teeth.
About her descendants, who are called the people of jaeger, still goes proverb.

Noone can stop the jaeger, but someone can kill him.