In the southern lands of the part of Pangea once known as South America, within the regions of Brazil and Argentina…
Corruption zones littered the plains as the dark vile essence of corruption thrived. The stormy clouds swirled dark, and the winds howled ominous songs of death and sorrow.
And despite how turbulent and violent the lands had become, humans still survived against all odds. Evolvers had still thrived.
Humans had picked their nations from the scraps it had become. They had seen the world quest, they knew what was coming.
Their lives, the loves of their loved ones, and their species as a whole lay at stake. They had to win this war no matter the cost, no matter the means.
They were ready… at least they thought they were…
A sea of evolvers lay in wait at the borders of the safe zone, waiting for the inevitable — a war that would have no mercy.
