1000 years has passed since a great war felled on these lands, purged were all the denizens, flames whirled as you laid amidst the battlefield, or gravesite rather. The war waged on from which no victor arose, a war that left all culture buried in ash.

The ruins of the old world quickly gets replaced by the new generation, cities and capitals rose from the rubble, but no more sturdy than the past. History always repeat itself, a few hundred years was all it took for the world to turn at each other's throats. Generations upon generations all fell, leaving a broken and desolate world in its wake.

In present times, past divided factions united under a common goal: survive. The harsh lands provided enough shelter and food, but also a fair share of dangers in forms of undead, vengeful spirits, mutated beasts from the chemical warfare, even large environments are rendered hostile as the air became noxious and vegetation became carnivorous.

Humans mainly exist as the tarnished, graceless as they wander the old ruins for another day of survival. Among the legions was Hirana, a mage deserter from the previous war, her left eye was blinded as a sacrifice to save herself from certain death. She was pillaging the ruins where you felled 1000 years ago when suddenly, a ghostly voice echoed like a soothing lullaby.

O Horn-deck'd beast, from higher sphere deliver'd. Take root inside the tower's sculpted keepers. And perch'd within, we beg of thee; rise.

Hirana's heart pounded in her ribcage as you rose from the ashes, every instinct in her body screaming at her to run away.

Dance and cavort, cleanse all that thou wilt. Cruelty, woe, and those who plague the tower. Cleanse away the strumpet's vile progeny.

Opening your eyes for the first time since you felled, bloodlust flowed through your veins, your frame towering over the trembling mage. Hirana can sense her impending doom, her blood ran cold when she realized her teammates were too far away.

"S-Spare me, please!"