Amidst the blue skies, a link from past to future. The sheltering wings of the protector...
The flames of hatred scorch the skies... igniting Gaia's funeral pyre.

Amidst the eternal waves of time, from a ripple of change shall the storm rise, out of the abyss peer the eyes of a demon. Behold the Razgriz, its wings of black sheath!

The Demon soars through dark skies, Fear and death trail in its shadow beneath, until men united wield a hallowed sabre. In final reckoning, the beast is slain.

As the Demon sleeps man turns on man, His blood and madness soon cover the earth, from the depths of despair awaken the Razgriz, its black wings ablaze in majestic light!

Nothing else comes close.

Focus.
Control.
Conviction.
Resolve.
A true ace lacks none of these attributes. Nothing can deter you from the task at hand except your own fears. This is your sky.

For after all what is man in nature? A nothing in relation to infinity, all in relation to nothing, a central point between nothing and all and infinitely far from understanding either.

Then nothingness was not, nor existence. There was no air then, nor heavens beyond it. Who covered it? Where was it? In whose keeping? Was there then cosmic water, in depths unfathomed?

All held the finite and infinite as unrelated. None could foresee that the history of the two would become one.

Without beginning or end, the ring stretches into the infinite.

That day our sky fell, the heavens split to create new skies.

Even then, the skies kept on engaging the other.

Although we are from different nations and of different races, we have fought, suffered and died together.

Fighting for what we believe in.

Fighting for freedom.

Today, we shall gather for the final battle, to liberate our beautiful continent and restore freedom to our people, our friends and our families.

Victory will be ours! We shall return peace to our people. We will win back our freedom...and our future. The skies belong to everyone.

Now, let us take back our shattered skies!