We killed the Gods.
We destroyed the world.
Welcome to Lustra.
It has been two thousand years since the Atom War. We, the ferin race, discovered the
Gods of our world. We tried to become what they were. We created Sykke, the One Mind, a
false God that would challenge the will and soul of all existence. It created the New Gods as its
children, and begot war from this world and the next. Nuclear fire and immortal magics twisted
into rot.
Praise the name of the pure-white Rhymar.
He saved the world.
Welcome to Lustra.
Now our world lies like a corpse, and we are the flies. Our generations have limped
through existence, struggling to survive. The others hate us ferin, for what we tried to do. Our
hubris scarred the world. War threatens again. For you see, a key has been found. It sets the
damaged magics of the world shivering. It is a relic of the Atom War, some past and dangerous
weapon. No one knows what it is, only that it spells destruction for good and all this time.
Pray the key is not misused.
It will destroy the world.
Welcome to Lustra.
There are other whispers, of a ferin with a pure white coat. A slave boy who will save us
all. But who is he, and where could he have come from? There are no more Gods to send us
heroes. Some say he is Rhymar returned, others say he is the symbol of the end. Twilight is upon
us. We stand in the ashes of a crippled world. We have no gardens to flee to, no heavens to
shelter in. We can only watch, and wait.
All that was our world is here, recorded for a false hope.
For his destiny is our destiny, entwined with the world.
Welcome to Lustra.