100 years ago, physicists cracked open the sky. On the other side, they waiting.

The Vicinus wasted no time with negotiation. They were reavers, bred to fight and die in their multiversal holy war. They fell upon the earth like a hammer, and for decades the forces of man crumpled beneath their foul sorcery.

It was pure insanity that saved us. A crack team of the world's best and brightest smuggled themselves through one of the cracks, entering Vicinus territory and claiming adamantine as their prize. The Vicinus believed it to be unholy, the weapon of terrible demons who sought to murder their messiah. We proved them right, for with that metal we forged weapons capable of resonating with the world-soul, the collective consciousness of humanity, the source of latent miracles. With our own, human magic on our side, we killed the king-on-the-rainbow-throne.

It has been sixteen years since that day, and now the first generation of children born into an adamantine world is finally coming of age. The multiverse is a new frontier, and no longer will its savage hordes find humanity ignorant or defenseless. We have become what we needed to be to survive.