A world destroyed by war and recreated through faith, lingers at the brink of war once more.
At the edge of destruction, people clung on to ideals and images created by their fellow men.
Not one, but three ideas ruled prevalent, drawing people to them like flocks of birds.
With a new ray of hope, belief, people reclaimed the once ruined lands as theirs.
But the end of peace was imminent, for people have always been a wicked kind.
- Book of Ruins, Chapter 13