Eons have passed measured only by the footfalls of the Great Titans of Lum'rathren. The song of change is to be sung again and again unending. All shall hear the trembling howl, the call, the echoes of fights both ancient and fast approaching.
Axle finds himself in a rock after an odd thunderstorm. After discovering what happens to dungeon cores on Anoris, Axle decides it's time to pack up shop and hit the road. It's a big old world out there for a dungeon core, and moving is the best way to stay ahead of the subjugators.