Time passed.
Time passed as the world moved along the predictable path.
The gods were distant; the people were mortal.
The Empire of War continued to grow, poised to devour all mortal realms one day.
And what would happen next?
Nobody knew.
Some believed that the endless conquest would end, ushering in an era of harmony and peace — on that day, the Empire of War would become the Empire of Life.
Most, however, held a different belief.
They believed that once all mortal realms were conquered, the Dragon would lead his triumphant warriors as they ascended to the heavens to wage a glorious war of conquest against the Divine Realms as well.
But no one truly knew, since no one could know the future.
Except for those who could.
There were prophets among mortal men. Some, like the sybils, heard the voices of the gods. Some were sensitive to the torrents of fate. Some had gleaned the secrets of the world, and could therefore predict the movements of its parts.
