A man, perhaps once a mere player, now a Guild Master standing above all ranks, wandered through a broken world.
A zone that had once thrived with life millennia ago now lay silent and hollow, swallowed by darkness. The land beneath him rippled like the waves of a lifeless ocean. He had endured the hardships of the past, surviving nightly raids in his village... he once lived in the Broken Zone.
"Every day I wonder… is it worth living if you have nothing?" he thought, sword drawn, eyes fixed on the endless void ahead. The stars above were the only light that dared to accompany him.
"I have the Guild... the Sovereign Guild. I am its master. But there’s nothing left for me to thrive on, except the hope of saving the future. In this endless cycle of time… is living still worth it? I see no
