A young man wakes up from his slumber. The echo of church bells sound softly off in the distance, and he finds himself in a church, dilapidated and in ruins. The altar he was resting on covered in dust, as is the rest of the barren room, with only one door to leave by.
The man exits the room to find a grand cathedral, or what was one many years ago. The walls have fallen, the roof collapsed and the many statues lay broken into pieces. He walked through the cathedral, solemn yet trying to remember how he get there.
The doors of the cathedral are thrust open as the man is shown what has truly happened. The lands around are rife in otherworldly monsters, and the sky holds what looks like a crack in glass, almost as if existence itself was torn apart to let these monsters free.
The man stands and takes in this new world he will have to traverse through, and accepts both the challenge, and a quest to find out how this has happened.
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In a desert that appears completely unnatural, a lone man watches a lone scourge flying through the air, hissing and screeching to no end. The beast’s skin appears cracked and torn, burnt by the sun and given no rest to heal itself.
The man, armed with forged armor and enhanced with whatever magic and potions he could make, prepares himself to attack the scourge, throwing a flashing potion into the sky. The scourge immediately charges his location, and at finding him flies straight towards him.
With practiced ease, the man dodges to the side of what appeared to be a sea serpent, one of the few things he could remember from before this calamity struck his world. With it’s skin cracked and torn, the beast’s wails in eternal pain and anguish as it’s struck with arrows shot from a reinforced bow.
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Slowly yet steadily, the man was able to whittle away the beast until it crashed into the desert sand, its endless cries softening until it fell into its last slumber. Closing the crazed, bloodshot eyes of the beast, the man could only pity a creature given a fate so cruel, to be abandoned out of it’s waters and made to bake in an endless desert.
The man collected whatever he could from the beast, and continued onwards, continuing his search for the reason this world exists the way it does.
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The sounds of battle could be heard echoing across the dark landscape, as a man fought against a gigantic crab, both moving at speeds too fast for normal people to keep up with. The man would parry a snap from the crab’s claw, and retaliate with a slash of his axe into one of its many thick legs, slowly taking the beast down cut by cut.
The crab would dance and dodge his swings, and would repay in kind with quick, lightning fast jabs. The two endlessly fought in a vicious dance of life and death, each slowly whittling the other down.
As the fight progressed though, the crab slowly started to fall apart, as chitin and even legs would fall off after being struck, and yet no blood was spilled, instead showing a hideous mushroom creature controlling the monster like it’s own suit of armor.
The man was unperturbed by this notion, as the monsters it has faced until this point has already braced him for the crazy abominations he will have to fight in the future.
It still would fall to his axe, and fall it did.
The corpse of the crab fell after a nasty blow to the mid-section cracked through, and the insides showed a rotting, corrupting fungus-like brain had been cut apart, leaving the crab to fall like a puppet without its strings.
The rough fight left the man tired, and having used many potions and spells, he decided to head back to his base, and rest.