
by Reedis
The Grand Tower was abandoned, and the Abyss was left unchecked. Astrumhold fell, and the sun's brilliance waned. So, the desolation was upon us. In those desperate times, the Golden Crusader was nowhere to be found. A mere gaze of his eye would've been enough. Where was he? If he were dead, who killed him? Whoever it was and how it was done, the answers would be imaginable. Because he was invincible, or so we thought. Now, someone has to take his place to wield the sun's brilliance and defeat the growing desolation. Conquer the Abyss, put Astrumhold in its rightful place in the sky, restore the sun's luminosity, and dwell in the Grand Tower for everyone to see.
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