Long ago, the undead rise from their graves. Demons from the underworld emerge and the world entered the age of chaos.

Strange beasts that were not native to the land invade all settlements and kingdoms. A mysterious plague poisons the wild life and turn the land into a cursed land. The undead marches from village to other village, killing all the citizens in their way.

Not long after the invasion, the kingdom Claudia trains their soldiers in order to combat this disaster. Alot of the soldiers went to various conquests in order to cleanse the land and protect it from evil. Many are sacrificed but they managed to push the undead back to where they belong to.

Mass graves of the fallen soldiers can be seen in the battlefield, decaying under the scorching sun. Their skins become grotesque and their rotten blood forever poison the land. Stranglers rose up and begin to wander around the land, hunting for nourishment they needed to stay alive. They eat their fellow kin and they viciously attack the living who are passing by.

In the land of Farren Desert, a hand suddenly pops out of the sand underneath. Something is struggling to break free. With all their might, a pale man in steel armor rise up from the sand, weakened by the thirst. He only remembers why he is there and how he end up under the desert. He said in disbelief, "This.. cannot... be..."

The desolate desert land of Farren is nothing more than a hot oven kind of land. With the sun shines very bright and very hot sand, the man feels the dizziness and soar throat. "Need... Water..." said the man as they desperately look around for any source of water. By lady luck, a carriage is nearby. It is wrecked by something, but the items that are stashed inside the crates are safe. The man scrounges for any water container. He managed to find one dirty drinking bag buried in the sand.

He opened the drinking bag and drink whatever is inside. His thirst problem is solved but surviving in the desert is a huge task. With no one to help him, the man decided to pack anything he can bring and find a safe place to settle. They removed their heavy steel armor and changed their tattered clothes with the better ones. They can only bring the dried meat that can last for weeks. They also carry a sword that is in good shape. They have to use this sword for self-defense.

The story of this man, whose name is Razwold, begins and his path leads to many dangers he will have to face in order to survive.