A cultist who sang a faint song to beckon a hateful root. A soldier driven by duty, devoted to his bloody craft. A bandit guilt soaking their veins as they breathed through their white mask. And a Berserker whose titanic armor promised naught but death. On their minds was but one thing; an undying king's final order. Find the heart, bring it to me, and I will uphold the deal

Earth is saved. The Root's invasion has been halted, but not for long. Sometimes, fate is like a flip of the coin and destiny being the barrel of the gun. Time to dust those boots off, once more, World Walker.

The player character, who I'll simply call 'Hero', finds himself transported from Earth to Remnant. No longer facing the magical tree like Root, he must now face the bones covered beast of Grimm. (Wrote this a year ago now I believe, so the next chapter might have a different feel to it, or maybe not, I don't know, but do expect one.)