The Lantia Empire, having defeated the Kingdom of Shamril, fell after its defeated opponents, unable to cope with the cost of its victory.

The world has fallen. Three hundred years of war left the survivors with only barren land and echoes of a former civilization rusting in the sands.

But even in such conditions, life found a way out and people began to unite in settlements and isolated communities, building their homes from old military equipment and re-mastering basic technologies.

You were a member of one of these settlements. You had a simple task for this day. You just needed to go along a safe path towards the cliff and carefully check what was the rumble in this direction last night. The head of the community was worried that the cliff could collapse.

However, when you arrived at the place, something unusual was waiting for you. At the foot of the cliff, where previously there was nothing but rocks, sat a huge eight-foot robot. It was nothing supernatural and rusty remains of military equipment were scattered unattended all over the planet, but they could not move with rare exceptions. The robot seemed battered, non-functional and simply sat motionless.