Centuries ago, the Gate fell, cutting off our world from where all the Equal Nations come from. Leaving us alone with the Winds and the darkness brought in our hearts. This is the past, overgrown with reality. I am a servant of the True Flame. My goal is to cleanse with fire and sword the souls of those who have succumbed to evil. But it seems that black sorcerers sometimes turn out to be not entirely black and not sorcerers at all. So what should I do about this now? Perhaps a trip to the ruins of a long-destroyed city will provide an answer... Or it will confuse things even more.