The world was forever altered on a bright May day, when the towers appeared.

At precisely 12:34 PM, they burst into existence, towering spires of impossible geometry that loomed over the cities and countryside alike. Some erupted from the depths of the ocean, their twisted spires reaching towards the surface like malevolent fingers. Others appeared in remote, isolated locations, as if they had always been there, lurking just beyond human perception.

The towers were things of madness, things that defied human understanding. They were composed of materials that had no name, shaped in ways that could not exist in the natural world. Their corridors and chambers twisted and turned in ways that defied all logic, as if the very laws of physics had been twisted by some malevolent, unseen force.

As the towers rose, the world fell into chaos. Governments and military forces around the globe mobilized in a desperate effort to understand and contain the inexplicable new arrivals, but their efforts were in vain. The towers remained inscrutable, immune to all human attempts to penetrate their dark secrets.

And yet, there were those who could not resist the lure of the towers. Men and women of unshakeable will and unbreakable curiosity ventured forth, driven by an insatiable need to know. They came in search of riches and power, of forbidden knowledge and the ultimate thrill of exploration.

Many never returned.

Those who did emerge from the towers were forever changed, transformed in body and mind by the alien energies that pulsated within their walls.In time, the towers became the center of a new world, a world where strength and cunning reigned supreme. Guilds and factions sprang up, each vying for control of the towers and the secrets within. And always, beneath the surface, something ancient and terrible stirred, as if the towers were merely the first tendrils of some monstrous, unknowable force that sought to consume all of existence.