Something is beneath Sweetie Belle's bed. Something evil. Something dangerous. Something monstrous... Sweetie Belle does only what is natural.

A warless, poverty-less, and almost sadness-less utopia? Sounds cool. Populated with talking horses? Sounds weird. Filled with a smorgasbord of things that want to kill me? Sounds dangerous. I'm in.

It has been 100 years since the barrier appeared. Since the bureaus opened. Since the beginning of the end. But even as the barrier expands, humanity has survived. But the world is running out of time. And the HLF is not going to sit idle.

1000 years have passed, and the Tyrant Sun's return is soon...