
The sky. Ancient and unshakable. It changes every day, yet remains the same. For the thousands of years it is watching the mountains rise, the seas fill with water, new life appears. Sky remembers what no mortal does. Nothing goes unnoticed from its cold and unbiased gaze.
Centuries ago, the great sorcerers needed strength to expel Wortirus from Signum. They performed an unspeakable ritual and became the new gods. But everything has its price. Immortality and power have corrupted them. They did not want to share it so much that they destroyed all the memories of this ritual and promised to never have children. But not everyone agreed to this. A goddess named Rashti, who was in love with an unnamed daemon, refused to accept these terms. Young arrogant gods would not stand for this. They banished the daemon back into the abyss and gravely wounded their sister. In the last moments of her life, Rashti hid their forbidden child in the roots of the mountains, putting him into an endless magic dream…