In the age of ashes, dragons the size of mountains blocked the sun's light. Dwarves didn't dare to exit their caves, elves shielded only themselves with their magic, and humans were too busy fighting each other than finding solutions to their burning world. Thousands died before everyone realized that they were being erased from the world, steadily but constantly. So the elves gave their magic, the dwarves offered their armor and technology, and humans sacrificed their blood to lead an assault against the dragons' nests. 800 years ago, brave beings killed those above them and rose in their place. Now, we are more divided than ever, scattered kingdoms with uncontested rulers. Unsettling reports from the edge of the kingdom, unexplained magical phenomena, and more draconic beasts than ever. Now we stand at the apex, now we are the ones kicking down on the anthill. Will we succeed where these magical beasts failed?