Since the Siege of Radasanth and the coming of the Calamity, much has happened. The majority of the city is as it was before; a buzzing metropolis rebuilt from the blood and sweat of many citizens, a melting pot for many cultures and creeds, but just south of the center lies the ruins of an urban district hit hardest by the Brotherhood's siege and the meteor strikes.

Devoid of the warmth of the rest of the city, the district is now a field of smouldering debris. Devastated buildings and annihilated roads have spilled their concrete waste for miles, leaving only barely recognisable features.

Banners hang with slogans to be read only by the dust-laden wind. Against the wall of an old court house is a bicycle, the chain dangling on the only distinguishable pavement in the area. Ahead is the clock tower, forever stuck at half past noon.

Its only redeeming feature now is as a proving ground for those whose powers would otherwise endanger a populated area...