A legend was uncovered among ashes and debris of ancient temples and a relic of a once very advanced civilization. Each of a part having to leave a building with its own purpose.
From the structures they we're building. This civilization started to become very organized. MAGIC, MATERIAL and MAN were the 3 components to strengthen the unity of these ancient
beings. Everything then started to fall into chaos as a massive plague spread out to these people. Undead and lifeless. The infected we're never able to get back to their true selves.
The civilization tried everything they could to fight this plague. Travelling interdimensionally and using it to their advantage. Making outposts to aquire more MATERIAL. Then appeared the
islands in the skies. Floating above an empty dark neverending space. Filled with tall-lanky humanoid creatures, with their unique ability to teleport. The ancient beings called out
for help as the slowly growing plague was consuming them. They began construction of a portal to THE END. The remaining ancient beings left alone were devoured leaving those who
constructed the portal as a last resort to their survival. As they take their first step on the floating islands. Crystals started to bring a force. The portal was closed, the builders
we're confused. They fell to their own doom. The TITAN emerged and destroyed the beings and not a single trace left to be taken. The civilization. Was DESTROYED.

Recently, far away into the islands abundant with mushrooms. A MAN, wakes up from the ashes of the earth. Leaving him to explore, the ruins of his own kind. Will he perhaps defeat the
force that destroyed this civilization and take revenge?