Mortals once thought that the death of the gods would bring freedom and new life. They are wrong. It's like having a rotten tooth pulled out only to find that the entire jaw is rotten.
On the continent of Wraeclast, the fall of the gods did not bring salvation, but left a huge vacuum of divine power. This is a worse world after the death of the gods. There is no absolute good and evil, only the choice of survival and destruction. Everyone builds their own meaning on top of the ruins, and this meaning is often as fragile as a spider's web. In such a world, the real heroes are not those who cry out for justice, but those who maintain a sliver of humanity in despair.
On the ruins of the gods, mankind learned a cruel truth: sometimes, the most terrifying monster is ourselves.
