"You know, I was kinda hoping this day would never come." The thirteen year-old Drake, who sits beside their mentor Trinity on a damp boulder, only hums in response- their golden gaze trailing over the lifeless, blackened crater-ridden earth stretching out in a seemingly endless sheet. Gnarled trees curl helplessly towards the sky, their bark grey with death. The sky is dark with clouds, much like a brewing thunderstorm. But this is worse. Much, much worse than a mere thunderstorm.