The Mutated Frontier

I hold up for you this flame revived from the embers; it is endowed with a divine name. I paint for you this land drifting within the ash sea; it is called our last remaining world. I expose to you a wound pierced through time; it is named "The Great Collapse." I warn you of this boundless ash sea, which is causing ancient madness to repeat upon a new shore. Perhaps your soul has grown numb in its eternal slumber, and your hands have forgotten how to tightly grip a sword's hilt. Yet, the sound of the tide draws near. Therefore, let me step forward.