It was the time after the war, there were nations and there was no law. Heavy fog cowered over the seas, there were mountains and no trees, only a deep silence rested over the eternity. It was the time after the war, a few survivors rose up from their holes under the face of the earth, which was no more the same as they had known before. Living the time after the war, groping human hordes wandered criss-cross in the polluted world, searching for fresh water and food and clean air to breathe. And through those horrible times the troops of Satan chased them. But then, into the midst of those times, arrived the warrior.
