Above the wasteland human civilization has survived. A barrier rises up, but order keeps crumbling. It is said that when disaster strikes, the spiritual will is the first sequence of human weapons to face the danger. Some say, don't let the sorrow of the times, be your sorrow. Some say, I will let my sorrow, be the sorrow of the age. This time it is a new story. The aftermath of the catastrophe, finally see the light.