In the dreaming world of Ainerax, where divine remnants of a long-forgotten battle between gods and dragons have fallen, the land, sky, and sea are now inhabited by humans, monsters, awakened and enlightened mythical beasts, whose paths and destinies are carved out by the remnance of fallen Gods. Those born striding a path laid ahead for them, chosen to fight for a purpose that isn't their own are known as the "Godsent" by their mundane brethren.

Among them, some are born, spawned only to be slaves to the path that has been carved out for them, slave to the Dream that isn't even theirs, while others will be cast aside, betrayed by the very path the divine has set them onto, only to fall, in turn, and be forgotten. Only a chosen few will set themselves on a path carved by them and themselves alone.

This isn't a tale set in the aftermath of an apocalypse, but rather, a story that unfolds on the brink of one. How will our protagonist prevent it from happening? Wait, why would he do that? Follow the journey of our protagonist, a Lord of Old, as he sets the world ablaze.