Long have our adventurers marched forth, parting woodland and swamp alike in their quest to reach the colossal spire of High Canopy. Every step of the way they have been scrutinised by the very malevolence they now seek to purge from this wounded land - the dragon Zakai, green-winged master of the skies who now claims this once sacred site as their rank and rotted dominion. Untold numbers of forest creatures and adventurers alike have fallen to the scaled, viridian menace who unfurls their wings in blasphemous pride atop this tower of ancient wood.

With Zook now wielding the powers of the windswept sky and Ruthus’ vendetta against Dragonkind still burning with the same white heat as his Sunblade, the stage is set for a terrible, Aeon-shattering confrontation, at such a mighty height that only the pitiless blue gaze of Heaven might bear witness to this clash of fates.

Always remember; your senses are fickle, and your eyes do not always tell the whole story. A small frame can hide an unfathomable power, and even life and death are not set in stone - particularly at moments such as this, when the threads of fate converge to a single point in time where true legends are forged and eternally retold in song and tapestry.

The Gods have cast their die - together, let us bear witness to where they fall.