The glory of mankind's golden age has long become a legend among the ruins.
The emergence of "grid" is like a silent crack, tearing a hole in the skin of the world. Grid disasters - those crystal clusters condensed from the void, those monsters crawling out of human myths - have pushed civilization to its end step by step.
The city collapsed, order collapsed, and the survivors fought, rebuilt, and fought again in the wasteland.
Decades later, Dragon City was established and the Fourth Epic was reorganized. People thought that the darkness had finally passed.
But beneath the rubble, something still breathes.
Maybe... Fate can never be rewritten.
