The world is in ruin, Collapsed buildings fill the landscape, the faint traces of dead gods pollutes the sky and the few gods that remained after the eons, have grown mad, their insanity corrupting the earth, the scars of many millennia of civilization and battle have erased all names from the pantheon of history. Kings have fallen with their kingdoms and some have remained silently delirious in their dreams. The world stinks of  mold.In this ruin of a world one last child is born, a result of the molestation of one of the last women by a feathered beast that crawled from the corpses of the gods, unnamed, he yearns to thrive in this moldy world.