Some stories are eternal. Legends like Homer’s epic poems, Aesop’s fables, or Grimm’s fairy tales have infected our pop culture to such a degree that you probably know the details of their stories even if you’ve never read them. As the ages have marched on, however, countless other tales have been carried away by the wind. Majin will likely float away before long, and its redemptive story about a corrupted land will eventually be forgotten, which is a shame, because parts of Majin are worth remembering.
This fable begins with an idyllic kingdom – a land that flourished for centuries until a dark tar began to seep out from the royal castle. Overnight the mighty civilization was swallowed by the dark. Tainted warriors rose up out of the ground, consuming the kingdom and its inhabitants. Only a few roving bands survived in the bordering wastelands. One day, a young boy with the ability to talk to animals decided to sneak back into the heart of darkness and unchain the world’s only remaining hope: a gigantic protector called the Majin.