Earth had been swallowed up. Absorbed by the new world, an infinite ocean dotted with continents stretching as far as the eye could see. Humanity found itself thrown into a hostile land, teeming with creatures and civilizations of multiple origins, torn from their own realities.
Where once the Earth stood, another replaced it. Then another. Again and again. The cycle had begun. Each conquered world was duplicated, absorbed in its turn, feeding the ineluctable expansion of this endless domain. An unknown force wove this network of universes, encompassing everything in its path.
Ages passed.
What remained of humanity? Dreaded remnants. Captured by the Tower of Chaos, which arose without warning. On the continent of Winet, the first land to be absorbed, the landscape had metamorphosed. Once dominated by humans, only one thing remained of their reign: the Tower, immense and menacing. It had taken the strongest.
Those who had not fallen under its yoke were but a scattered group, too insignificant to carry much weight in history. For the new inhabitants of Winet, they had become rare creatures, objects of covetousness and fascination. Symbols of wealth and power, they were held captive, weakened, carefully studied to prevent the awakening of their potential.
And it's in this happy chaos that I, Mana, find myself working. Enslaved by beings even more frightening than I am, I'm condemned to watch the world descend into carnage, scouring past ages for stories worth telling.
Really, what a mess.
___
"Please note that the current coverage is provisional and does not belong to me."
