- In the game -
On this continent, there was a Tower of Despair.
In here, time passed extremely slowly. If not for the feeling of loneliness, the people in the tower would have forgotten about the passage of time long ago
This was one of the many holy cultivation places on the Arad Continent.
At the top of the tower which shot into the high clouds, there was a weary-faced white-haired swordsman. On his back, he carried all kinds of blades, everyone having a time-weary presence as if they each had an ancient story and a glorious name which was later erased by the history.
He raised his head and looked out of the window.
The sky outside the window had been dyed red by the evening clouds in the setting sun. Soon, night would fall.
But inside the tower, it was always dim and gloomy regardless if it was day or night. It felt like Hell without a thread of warmth in it.
