Born of the wastelands, Spheris Arnadel, a young skilled thief, finds himself subject to a twist of fate when he steals a powerful relic and becomes a Bearer — humans gifted with powers from the Gods. As a punishment for his theft, he is cast into an otherworldly realm alongside other Bearers, where he faces off against monstrous beasts and powerful enemies. Yet, in his determination to return to the Continent and save his dying mother, Spheris is hell-bent on surviving the abyssal world. Even if it means giving his body to the Dark God whose powers he had stolen... even if it means losing all of his humanity.
With a humph and a grunt, Spheris pushed himself to his feet, not taking his eyes off the three individuals in front of him, who — if he hadn't already had it handled and didn't need their help — he would be calling his saviors
They all looked fairly easygoing, nothing about their presence, dressing or mannerisms seemed troublesome. Not even the hulkish one standing behind.
Spheris studied the one who had spoken to him. He had a gold medallion on his chest, something he was clearly proud of with the way he sampled it. He had a fine smile and a handsome face that painfully reminded Spheris of Perichan.
Spheris assumed this man to be the leader of this curious trio. It seemed the people of the Continent weren't that terrified anymore of Knightmare, or perhaps with the Abyss gone, they're now willing to take the bigger risks to get what was necessary to put some food on the table.