Having awoken on an unknown planet, Furemū Hakkō was very limited to his knowledge on how he got there. The first thing many meet in this realm was this unnatural, stinging mist. It swirls around them, spawling out throughout the vastness of this realm... It seems to whisper of a strange sort of power, coaxing them in. This is how most meet with the God-molecule's presence, though none understand exactly what it is. In terms of the strength of this essence... It is why many choke and claw at their throat. It is why they gasp and thirst for kinder air. The pressure, the immensity of it is so great that their endurance swiftly leaves them in it's wake. It would most likely take every drop of their strength, determination and will to walk a straightened line without toppling over. Having awoke, Fū finds himself in a world of turmoil and dangerous methods. It couldn't be? It was his home but... it was destroyed years ago? How was it still... here? This world is brutal, but for now you should be able to handle it's challenges. Najun is also vast and sewn with many secrets, but time stretches out before you to explore all it has to offer. Far beyond, the sweet scents of the most peculiar beings ever encountered. They seem to have taken notice of his presence. The cautious path would be the best one to tread, it seems, because his eyes catch sight of other creatures that dwell in the dark. Woeful things, organisms which slither and keep out of the light. Thin like whisps. Scaled like dragons. He needed to understand how it was still here? Why was the planet in such a hostile State? How long was he gone?