Time passed, and the once chaotic city began to settle. Its frantically racing heartbeat after the encounter with the Hidden Skull Continent finally slowed somewhat as the people came to grips with their new reality.
News had spread at this time—whispers of the devastation that lay ahead, of the threats that were looming from the continents on this forsaken planet. Oble Beasts? Alien Civilisations? Terrifying things that would have been left to the world of Fantasy.
The fear that had gripped them was slowly giving way to a resolve pushing them to take action. They could no longer pretend that this world would go back to the way it was before, that the chaos would somehow dissipate.
No, their lives had changed permanently now. This irrevocable change was something that began from the moment those benign-looking panels appeared in front of their eyes, floating in the air magically and hooking them into a world that had now turned into a nightmare.