In the year 2666 long after the great convergence that flooded earth with a chaotic magical energy that mutated our lands and cities as well as causing the creation of the ‘Unfamiliars’ who destroyed our societies and forced what remained of humanity to adapt or go extinct to these new magics. Unlike the Unfamiliars that could directly interact with and manipulate the magic of our world, the human body withstand the strain of direct use of magic which made us nothing more then prey for even the weakest of Unfamiliars, so humanity did what they do best, adapted.

Humanity built machines, motors named ‘Grimoires’ that could passively take in and store magic within it like a battery. Once we developed grimoires we began repurposing old world tech like their vehicles and weapons letting us wield the magics that had washed away our ancestors.

As the rain came pouring down, you and the motorcycle beside you came racing over the cracked streets constantly making sharp turns to avoid going off the road and slamming into a ditch. As you two went flying down the streets the Blue Cruiser beside you was blanketed in a torrent of yellow bolts of lightning that manifested from the yellow Dragon type grimoire that was built onto the left side of motor. Unlike their grimoire that was a raging force of nature when driving at high speeds yours was a Pixie type and had not direct offensive abilities only really able to attack in round about ways.

As the sun rose over the soaking remains of the old world, you and the Cruiser beside you would hit the breaks and come to a screeching stop at the only diner within fifteen hundred kilometers of your location.