One step misplaced, one sound misinterpreted, ones rationality. All winds in one big mistake. Falling for the trap, awakening in a bedroom once thought empty but you look around to see friendly faces. Are they really there though? Why do they seem like fragments of broken figures? Why is this place to perfect? To controlled? Maybe it's a figment of my imagination maybe I am just crazy. All I know is. I must escape. (The picture is not mine. It's fortress from vainglory, so credit goes to them)

Once long ago in a land... that's in a different dimension? Follow Sol, King of Euratria, and Ana, a citizen of the long lost city of Mystril! In their journey they will have to overcome hardships they didn't think possible, such as friends, enemies, betrayals, and even just straight up random people. What could they be possibly doing this for?