*dramatic* For centuries the sacred magic of the divine crystal blessed our world and its people. 

But in time the promise of its power brought war to our lands. 

Lucis, a peaceful kingdom of great magic kept safe by the power of the crystal. 

And Niflheim, a military empire of vast machinery made strong by the might of its magitek. 

Long has war raged between the two. As the years passed, 

Niflheim marched on nearby nations driven by its unsurpassed technology. To defend itself, Lucis raised a magical wall 

the strength of which comes from the crystal itself. 

Insomnia alone, the crown city and last bastion of Lucian defense 

remained beyond Niflheim reach for many years. 

Amid the escalating war Prince Noctis of Lucis had come to Tenebrae 

to seek healing for a grievous injury. He made the long journey together with his father, King Regis.

O'er rotted Soil, under blighted sky, A dread Plague the Wicked has wrought. In the Light of the Gods, Sword-Sworn at his Side 'Gainst the Dark the King's Battle is fought. From the Heavens high, to the Blessed below, Shines the Beam of a Peace long besought. "Long live the Line, and this Stone divine, For the Night when All comes to Naught."