On the mystical world of Yarezua, deep troubles brew and ancient mysteries lie on the cusp of rediscovery. In the Wilderheart - a once proud Empire shattered into tiny feuding realms - little is truly known about what comes, what has been boiling beneath the surface. On one providential day, a birthday ball for a promising Heiress commences - smiles, joy and jest sparkle at a lovely apogee of display in days most regarded as optimistic. But soon that would end, and time would catch up with the sleeping country, the lounging region, the world with its eyes sealed shut. Soon the people would pray that Yarezua itself might survive what loomed on the horizon. Pray for champions, for vessels of the divine on which to hang the banner of their hope as they sailed on, into the Horror and the Dark. One thing was certain: victory or defeat, life or death, their journey and end would be one true, Final Fantasy.