Reigns lasting centuries turn to dust and mighty cities of stone and marble fall to fire and smoke as war engulfs the peoples of the East. The nomads of the steppe have been united under a Queen who radiates divinity from the sky and now wage war as they assimilate all that lies under the sky and stain the steppe with cinders and blood. In the midst of it all, two wanderers from a distant land, a Priestess hounded from her home, and her companion who never had one, risk more than just their lives as they follow a trail of smouldering fire at the end of which lies a being born of the tears and blood which surround all in the steppe. A being from a place more distant than is life from death, and one which may set the East ablaze rather than be scorned by it. It must be slain, for it is too late for it to be saved from itself.