After the end of the Great War, Mural has made a steadfast recovery and have found peace thanks to the GSD. The six Continent-Nations of Mural have united and restarted trading and collaborating. With newfound peace - ugh!

Sorry...It seems it’s time.

Time for the fragile peace to be shattered. So soon...But it was within prediction. It seems Mural has a new artist in mind. The last colors of sins that have stained it are...Quite a mess...I hope this artist is cleaner.

Schemers too...I can sense one - no...Not one but two...Two lurking down below. A few in the west and east also seem to be plotting something. The GSD too...Hmm. This is not meant to happen.

I wonder if this plan has been in the works long before my arrival on this planet of Gifts - probably a few millennia. Otherwise, I would have known. How problematic.

Strange...Something feels odd. It feels as if we are straying further and further from the fated path we desired. What’s going on here? Why are there so many anomalies?

Ah...But it seems like there is hope. I can sense a new life ready to bloom in the south-east...A special one...A clone...X-7...I hope he’s useful. I’ll keep an eye on him and hope he unravels what I cannot...Maybe even watch his life unfold too...It might be interesting. I wonder if I’ll meet him soon.

And who am I you ask?

Hmph...Well I am...I am the one who shall slay those who get too close to the greatest secret of Mural. Even if they are my pawns.

I am the guardian of...Monolith.