Faced with defeat, the Garleans turned to a weapon most vile─Black Rose. Its potency defied all reckoning. Once released, the gas took on a life of its own, wreaking untold carnage not only in Eorzea, but in the provinces of the Empire besides. From fighters upon the front lines to babes in their beds, none were spared. And as the casualties became too numerous to count, so did the fabric of civilization begin to unravel.
Nor did the land itself escape unscathed. For spreading from the site of its release, Black Rose brought death to the very soil. To survive amidst the chaos and upheaval, men came to live by the sword, the rule of law giving way, inevitably, to the rule of might.
Thus was the spark struck and the fire kindled, and swiftly did it spread, as a blaze in a field of straw, to engulf
every corner of the world.
Nations worthy of the name did then cease to exist. And those souls brave and true, who might have risen to restore order...were no more. For the weapon spared not one. Not even thee.