The glorious civilization created by humanity has reached its end, just like its creators. Miracles have fallen, and humanity can only struggle amid ruins filled with pain and death before finally sinking into oblivion.
It is now the 41st millennium. Earth's last human nation fell in its final millennium. All that remains is a solitary immortal who survived atop the world's former roof, along with a handful of followers. It seems everything has reached the end of history. Like countless great races before them, humanity will become a part of the past.
The creations humanity once made have taken its place. Like humanity before them, they are much the same, save for the bestial traits they've acquired. No matter how you look at it, history seems to be drawing to a close, until
A signal from a lost human world beyond the stars reached the Roof of the World.
"Then a great expedition is about to begin. We will reshape this world and save our brothers in the other worlds."
