A devastating war is ravaging  the continent of Baygth. Deep in the forest of the kingdom of Calarin, the magical remains of a battlefield manifested something unnatural— a slime-like shadowy mass. A formless blob with no memory born from the war, it shifts. Driven by its instincts to consume, it gains their memories and skills. Yet despite that, it craves something more. Connection. What does it mean to love? It does not understand why we laugh, why we cry. How could a creature born out of the violence of war understand people? So “it” sets out on a journey.