In an unprecedented era of strife, famine, and galactic civil war, the Andromeda Galaxy continues to burn without an end in sight. Sparked by a Cataclysm that scorched the Heavens themselves, the flames of death and malice, fanned by sins of the fathers and their forefathers, continue to ravage and maim the galaxy... Even after they and the gods of old have all crumbled back into the dust from whence they came. And so it is that the galaxy continues to drown in the wails of the innocent as they do nothing more than cry out in vain prophecies. Putting all they have into their desperate, sorrowful prayers in the futile hopes that someone, or anything, is still there to hear their mournings. The righteous solemn weep silently as all they can do is fight against the cosmic insignificance of their pointless struggles to protect those they love... no matter the cost of who they cut down. All are smothered underneath the sounds of the gnashing teeth of bloodthirsty warriors and abominations of a decadent age long past grinding against bone and flesh and steel. Knowing nothing else than the war they were born into, they scream out to the cosmos in unholy ecstasy, revelling in the destruction and relishing in the misery caused by the stagnant empires long since past their prime. Those in power claw, push, drag down all those above them down, unwilling to let go of the hedonism, authority, and purpose that gave and still give their lives meaning. And with the powers that be; while the ancient, ruinous and legions coming of a galaxy long dead still work their tendrils silently in the dark... Perhaps hope as the galaxy once knew has truly become nothing more than an impossible memory, tainted by the horrors of an uncaring galaxy and the merciless laughter of the fiends unbound in it. But what if one were to go beyond that? To go beyond the scope of light that once gave life its fullest brilliance? To stray off the dark paths that so many felt like they had no other choice but to go down? What would lie there, untouched and unthought of? Would there even be anything? To Draneol, once nothing more than a Nameless human, there was only one way to find out.  And so it is that he must fight against fiend and hero alike, all the while clinging to what little of his humanity he has left. With his only company being a benevolent parasite, the galaxy's most innocent devil and two of its most regretfully despicable, simply staying human will be one of the many great challenges he will come to face. Yet none of them will be as difficult as carrying the weight of the thousands of lives that will come to rest on his shoulders.  But as uncertain as he may become, there is one undeniable truth... That underneath the flames of one human's ambition... A sleeping galaxy awakens.