In memory, the figure of that warrior gradually blurred, and along with that barren land, it also slowly faded away in response to the call of God, but the voice of the warrior became clearer and clearer.
"I'm too late... too late... it will take a long time to harvest after planting the seeds... everyone will starve to death..."
Once, before the worlds became interconnected, many of the earliest deities were War Gods who delighted in battle.
After the age of the Ancient Gods ended, all that remained for the new era was a fragment of the broken, barren land. Those corrupt forces vanished, taking all life with them, and as the life-giving, oldest Ancient God, the God of Growth, was exiled to an unknown Different Dimension, the life he brought began to massively recede.
In this desolate, barren new era, was there truly "a hope for freedom"?
