Arad for All

The shattered Sea of Stars opened the door to a new world.

Deep in the dungeons of Blue Star,

a low growl echoed from Gran's Forest, blanketed in frost and flame.

The gods reflected above the dome gazed down upon the land.

He opened his eyes and saw that his chance of survival was less than one in ten thousand.

So he raised his arm, ravaged by plague,

and swung the blade that refused to bow to fate.

The blade cuts the flesh; the heart cuts the soul!

If fate cannot be overturned,

if the gods cannot be challenged,

then deceive everything!

“System, what are my chances of surviving?”

“One in ten thousand.”

“Raise my chance of successfully deceiving fate to one hundred percent!”

“The gods cannot be deceived!”

“Then I'll deceive myself!”

Shh! Don't make a sound!

Listen with your ears!

And strike with your heart!