A world that has survived a war of gods. Oceans have been scorched to their depths, the heavens are fractured, and in the shadows of the Arsenal, mechanical monstrosities designed to slay immortals lie dormant. Here, every battle is a step forward. Every death is the end. And there is only one chance at return, granted by one who watches from the shadows. You wake in the grass beneath a leaden sky. Nameless. Without a past. Beside you stands a man in a blue cloak who calls himself the Guide. He says your memory will return if you see this journey through to the end. To the Golden Throne. To Yarim—the one who declared war upon the gods themselves. But there is another truth. Somewhere in the depths of your mind lie foreign memories. A golden throne. A dragon curled at your feet. A voice uttering a name you cannot quite grasp. And a monk in dark robes, reaching out toward a dying dragon. You are an anomaly. And the gods have already felt it.
