"The War of Fog is over. Every major city is under occupation. Now we prepare to take back our home."

- Unknown Soldier

The world's great heroes have slaughtered one another for the ideals of their countries, but the world keeps moving.

The industrious nation of Ikesia lost the war yet it refuses to fall, shielded from further invasion by the impenetrable Blackwall. Its leader - the Sage of Fog - has disappeared, yet his influence is still felt everywhere, his plans and contingencies still in motion - even the Blackwall is said to be his last, desperate creation.

New heroes have begun rising from the war of fog, and there is more need for them than ever. A towering foreigner has emerged from the desolate Exclusion Zone. She aided three disgraced soldiers in returning to their homeland, found love with one of these three, and then went on to play a pivotal role in neutralizing a hive of locust-men that had infested an ancient dungeon and now threatened to devour the last sovereign city-state of Willowdale.

In doing so she exposed that the dungeon's infestation had been a plot by the so-called Divine Emperor to continue the war through terrorist cells even after its official end, as well as an attempt at using the dungeon core's eventual demise as a beacon to traverse the Blackwall.

“It is said that a great many gods once ruled an ancient, infinite world, and they were capricious and cruel. They were said to sail the Sea of Light on their world-ships of living gold, and only those chosen by them were permitted to drink of the cosmic waters. Those deemed unworthy, those who did not pay penance or grant sacrifice, they were thrown overboard to be consumed by the sea and become as one with its waters.”

“But as they ruled and their cruelty grew yet greater, the resentment within mortal’s hearts grew in equal measure. In drowning in the Sea of Light, their defiance preserved them even as they sank into its bottomless depths. The great pressure galvanized them into the purest forms of their selves, hardened them from the very ravages of the cosmos.”

“Whence the champion of the God of the Sun was brought onto the Sea to drink from it for the thousandth time he was dragged below the waves by the reaching hands of uncountable dead, whose very touch burned the faith from his soul and allowed his inner heresy to scream out. It was because this gleaming knight had had a geas placed upon himself to suppress his nascent resentment of the gods, to lock it away in the darkest reaches of his soul where not even the Gods could find it.”

“It was through this act of faith that he cultivated the greatest hatred of the Gods out of any living thing, for his locked-away resentment of the divine became a shadow that grew in proportion to his faith. On the day he would partake of the glimmering waters for the thousandth time, his soul became a beacon for every heretic to have ever been thrown into the Sea of Light.”

“So it was that the holy warrior was dragged into the waters and became the driving core of a great beast, formed from the collective bodies and souls of every human to have ever been sacrificed to the Sea of Light. Uncountable, powerless creatures became as one in the grandest possible invocation of a vengeance curse, forming a great destroyer that dragged the God of the Sun into the Sea of Light and squeezed the breath of divinity from him, bit by bit.”