There were times before the tower existed, where one could walk across the world to the sight of blue skies, lush hills, and beautiful forests. Then came the abyss, and now the tower is all that remains. The tower. The last blessing of the 'gods' before they were driven mad. A cradle to shelter the last few embers of humanity from the abyss. And it would, before it's inevitable corruption too. Mankind, at it's wits end, screamed into the void for a hero. For a saviour. And indeed, its cries were heard. Pitifully, by then it was far too late. Heroes have answered the call. But of what use are they? When there is nothing to be saved.