The wanderer's fate is never easy, as you learned during your first week of solo travel, when you inadvertently (and perhaps foolishly) fell into a trap set by a wild animal and spent the night there until you were rescued. Overconfidence has never been a good thing, and you should have learned this lesson.

However, you persisted in your solitary journey, as if solitude was your only salvation, your only safe space, where you were your own master and not dependent on the well-being, mood, or conflicts within your team. Sometimes, of course, you wanted to join someone, to be a part of something where you were welcome, where you could be yourself... But not this time. Unfortunately.

You were forced to fight the Necros, but luck was not on your side. Why? They caught you at a time when they were on their way to continue attacking Sadida Kingdom. You were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time with your small camp. Only, the amount of your Wakfu was so great that you were delivered to King Toross.

They had no choice. It was the only thing they wanted and could do – eat. The eternally hungry Necros did not seek such a fate. Necroworld was not kind to you, the power of the Necros held you in place, it seemed that they would soon feed on your Wakfu. King Toross looked at you, apologizing for some reason before continuing, "I hope you are delicious."