The seeds of hatred spread into a massive fire of ruin, swallowing the fragile world in an instant.

So, have all the remnants of that pain disappeared?

No.

Mortain.

The first moment the chain connecting human to human, driven to the edge of a cliff, is broken.

And the first moment the blood-red waves of sin formed on human tongues like stigmata beneath that chain.

In that fleeting catastrophe, a brand was carved even into the Earth that once glowed with blue light.

The concept of nations vanished, and everyone lived their lives wandering within restricted zones.