It all begins in a devestated world torn apart by war. Most cities lie in pieces strewn across the landscape. The husk of the despolied towers reaching to the sky as if they where begging for gods forgiveness. A cult composed of a mind numbing amount of cultist following a man they belived to be god himself had done this. Casting aside the heathens before him his cult single handled crippled the world as we knew it piece by piece. His cult ever growning from its humble begins. Like a virus of humanity it spread throughout the world. Only a small portion of what remians of the old world lies in tranquil peace in the northern portions of the world. Small ruin cities serve as fortresses against this perverted relgious tide. This is the story of  the last remaining fortress city.