“Fields of bloated biomass expand off into the horizon, propped up on metallic life-support machinery like some grotesque forest of flesh. Our world was turned into a war-torn hellscape. The ominous, ever-expanding walls of MECHA, the cyborg holy city, spreading across all the lands of the earth. Enthrallers idly fly by overhead, sweeping over the terrain on eternal patrols to seek out and enslave any unidentified organic life. In the distance, ziggurats, pyramids, and the enormous Tower of Babel can be seen, rising off and disappearing into the lightning-arced, cloudy, scorched sky. The Braintree sits where once the Tree of Life stood, mourning as it looks out upon what our wasted world has become.”
- From the Last Chronicles of the Custodian