A dark past lurks behind the creation of our world and an ominous prophecy looms in our future.
Nobody can escape from their past. Not even the gods. The time will come when they will have to face their fears, their remorse, their pain and their faults. The divinities will be called to walk among us again, to sail the mighty waves of the seas, to harness the force of the wind, to subdue the everlasting fire. He who was broken and forsaken will return. It will come and it will not be alone. At its side the Fruit of Discord will cross the Paradox. Together with them, the Sovereign of the Abyss, the one who plots in the profound silence of darkness will be. Three will march. Four will awaken to hinder their advance. But their alliance is weak. Only one will decide the fate of our world. In my dreams I have seen this and this now I fear.