As our modern world gets torn apart, by ones that comes from afar but at the same time near, do we submit ourselves to our tragic destiny? Do we let others define our fall and rise, or do we forge it with the iron that we wield with our hands?
What path do we choose to tread to escape a crumbling floor, as the giants of power comes crashing down upon the lands. From the fleshless bones, to fleshy horrors that wishes to consume the world that we walk upon.
Witness the changes that our world will feel, through the eyes of one of its citizens. Whether this human or is he even human? make a path that the rest will also use, or someone that will decide the fates of others.
Follow our MC as he becomes a tree spirit, and develops himself in this chaotic times.
The Apocalypse descends, as the world returns to the embrace of mana.
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