The land cries out.

The land cries out in desperation, seeking its old masters. Alas, they were consumed by their own folly.

The land cries and cries and cries for a hero, but none come. None hear the cry of the land....

None in this world, at least.

But something so large cannot go unheard forever. An ancient force, one that was content to remain passive, hears the cries of pain. So does it choose; its own champions shall restore the land.

And oblivious to all this, the six champions wake, not in their palace, but in a world of angles and cubes....