In an age lost to history, among the distant stars of an unknown cosmos...

There was a great capital city on the central island.  Even Plato described the residents as half god and half human. Their homes were made up of concentric islands separated by wide moats and linked by a canal that penetrated to the center. The lush islands contained riches beyond the wildest imaginations and supported an abundance of rare, exotic wildlife. 

Without warning, violent earthquakes and floods struck the lost city and in a single day and night of misfortune the city and island-like manner disappeared in the depths of the sea. All seemed lost.

Legends say at the heart of the lost city,  a chamber pulsated with an otherworldly glow, an unspeakable power source that has laid untouched for millennia, until now. 

An ancient inscription on the walls of the chamber hidden behind a layer of vines:

“Let none disturb these chamber walls or lose the power and then lose all, But if the power be released, Then seek the relic; restore the peace. For he who holds the power told Is worth more than all of the gold.”