A library that exists somewhere in the boundaries of dimensions.
A place made of someone's powerful magic, it's been prepared for a single being who wanders aimlessly.
A massive planetary model stands at the heart of the library, with mystical books written in starlight floating around it.
Currently, only one librarian remains in the library, waiting for the chosen guest.
The Wahrheit, while wandering the boundaries of dimensions, was drawn by mysterious magical powers into a singular space.
This space appeared to be an artificially created place by someone, filled with books embroidered with constellations.
The Hell of Sleepless Sins is where spirits that don't belong to the realm of the living or the temporal wander.
There, Moros, the Primordial Fear and the God of the Blasphemous, awaits someone whom the old mage spoke of,
wondering if anyone alive is strong enough to reach his domain.
A place where all spirits arrive after passing through the gate to the Netherworld.
Under the crimson glow of the Netherworld Moon, the Gatekeeper stands vigil,
awaiting the arrival of the chosen one who'll come to him through the ages.
Have you ever seen a world in ruins,
where the land is so ravaged that not a blade of grass can be found and the people are so devastated that not a smile can be seen on their faces?
It is a desolate place, where the hardest thing to bear is the sense of aimlessness and despair.
No destination lies ahead, only an abyss that awaits at the end of the world.
The sky, oppressed by the Breath of Fire, looked as if it had always been red,
and paradoxically, its creator wished for it to return to its original color.
The tyrant who had resigned himself to death finally got his wish and returned to ashes,
but something remained unchecked.
In his quest to save the Dew from its apocalyptic fate, the old mage encountered many beings.
What is the Dew, coveted by some and protected by others?
The mage's question opened the book of memory to the page where the dry desert sands blow.
I have finally found the one I must protect.
And to do so, I still need power.
The next book I opened in search of this power led me to a mysterious place shrouded in mist.
The book that had kept itself sealed has finally revealed its contents.
I now know what I must do, but there is still something left that must be done.
A ray of light leaks from a world that is empty, where everything has been turned upside-down.
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