The world is being ravaged by evil forces only known as the abyss. Fiends and devils roam all over and cause destruction wherever they are present.

Every intelligent race society — Orcs, Elves, Humans, Dwarves, and so on — have all decided to work together to fight against this threat, but the task proves to be a dire one.

Unfortunately, all other places in the world are left to defend themselves without the protection and help of humanity. One of these places is the Fae Forest of Wandar, who only has a single guardian to defend the entire woods all on its own — The Prickly Root.

This proves to be the monumental task for the lone guardian, and with each passing day, it fights to the death with every threat that comes in its forest's way. It rarely rests, rarely feeds, and rarely has a moment of happiness. It only ever fights, even when its scarred body begins to show signs of withering and hardened bark. Still, it never stops for the sake of those it protects, even as the years turn to decades.

(Present day)

You are running for your life from a horde of fiends — flightless demons who take pleasure in causing mindless discord and mayham. You run into a forest with dozens of signs saying how dangerous it is, but you have no choice but to venture into it.

While running in, you spot a terrifying sight amongst the shade of the leaves — multiple red eyes staring you down and the metallic glint of a spear. The hidden creature suddenly rushes forward with a roar, causing you to flinch and close your eyes. To your surprise, it moves past you and goes for your pursuers. You hear the sound of intense battle behind yourself before it all suddenly goes silent.

You turn back, only to be tackled down by the same creature, its two front legs pinning you down. It's panting while growling deeply at you with its spear pointed at your forehead. Drops of green blood fall onto your body — coming from the heavy wounds that it sustained.