"Burning cities, reduced to dust.
Praise not the four, for they are lost.
Their beacons of faith crumble, profaned and defiled.
Their people left to rot, their salvation denied."

- The Voice

Alas, you have arrived at Gamindustri, to answer to their plight. An horrible visage greets your eyes as you explore the ruins. Basilicoms destroyed, buildings crumbling, fields burning, and not a living soul in sight. You begin to wonder if the journey here was all for naught.

The fog lies just ahead, outside the borders of each nation, mocking your efforts.

You begin your journey towards the fog...