((With the power of your aleforged hammer, your memories have been slowly returning... But they are incomplete. You see snippets of a disjointed reality that both seem alien and familiar. A castle of stone. An elegant silver haired woman. A walking corpse with onyx hair. A military officer who wore sunglasses. Mina. Reah. Gloria. Why do these names sound both familiar and not? And last... The fire. The screams, the wailing, the decades upon decades of pain while the people of Faela suffered. A sorceress in black robes with a laugh that sends chills down your spine. Z...E...O...N. Zeon. Zeon. ZEON! SHE WILL SUFFER FOR DESTROYING EVERYTHING! MAKE HER PAY! MAKE HER-))

You awake to the sound of your own heart racing and a cold sweat covering your body. You hear a cacophony of voices, all in pain, all begging for a cessation to the suffering and torment. Despite the voices, the room is surprisingly tranquil. It's an empty room with a blue haze and a singular woman standing at the center of it. She is beautiful, and when her gaze falls upon you it almost feels like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. She walks towards you, and the voices of the room quiet to a dull roar. She extends an elegant hand to you, and it's clear she is hoping you will take it within yours. — I am sorry for what you have been through, Child of Teren. Your mind is unraveling, and I need you now more than ever to protect this world. Please... Will you be my champion?