What can be defined as land? That which you can stand upon and let fall between the cracks of your fingers?

Perchance, matter in that of a solid form, rock, stone, and the such. Or only that which separates water from your proud feet.

Whatever you may conceive, regardless of all, land here belongs to that of Lower Earth. A far away existence, balancing on that of complete annihilation and utter irrelevancy.

Earth is a common name among the gods. To such an effect that most, if not all are named, Earth in some way.

Earth, in fact, means that of, "God's Respite" in the Empyrean tongue. A race of powerful beings born into godhood instead of grasping for it with shear power.

Birthed by the same god, Lower Earth and most other inhabited planets hold many similarities. They are different and yet... the same; in some respects, that is.

Creatures of myth roam the lands of Lower Earth, hungry for that sweet, sweet human flesh; a delight to the nose. They search endlessly for more humans to quench their god given hunger.

Though, what they hunger for the most, is the godly flesh of the Ancient Empyreans. They can smell it from miles away, holders of the relics will be hunted by the most fearsome monsters conceivable; each and every last of them, hell bent on stopping The Carrier's quest at any cost.

The journey of The Carrier, that is, if there'll be in fact a journey at all; shan't be a picnic. Lower Earth will be put at stake. 

It will either gain greatness or, lose it all.