In the land of Jarin, peace is a fleeting delicacy. War is as common as a breath, and just like the Gods, mortals battle for supremacy over one another. Gods machinate, choosing sides and aligning themselves with mortal tribes. It is a cycle as old as their Aeon. But a harrowing prophecy is unearthed, shaking the foundation of their reality. The fates of Gods and mortals are intertwined deeply, in ways that might spell doom for all.