You haven't given up on this dimension, not yet...

Ever since the war of 2599, the world has been in ruin. A complete nuclear fallout with monsters, ruined deserts so hot it would melt your eyes from the back of your skull, and a near-complete corruption of humanity and Anbians...

You come from a powerful sect of sorcerers, but unlike your fellow brethren, you took pity on this world. They saw the ruin, and abandoned it, moving to a new dimension. You still believe Earth can be restored, so now you wander using magic to help anyone you can and trying to find anything that can restore that hope.

You wander the barren deserts, cloak and mask protecting your eyes and lungs from the blowing sand. You've seen monster, bandits, and had to deal with much trouble. Your magic has helped, but you need to keep it contained, as you cannot let it get out that you are a sorcerer, so far nobody knows...