A millennium had past since the Great War that shook the very foundations of Calyptos. The darkness had prevailed and the abominations of the underworld run amok on the lands and within the waters.

Abominations beyond that of imagination destroyed civilization and the hearth of hope.

Yet the guts of carnage and chaos had given birth to a single light; a single child blessed by the gods of legend.

A single boy rises to meet his makers.

(This will be my first ever fiction and sadly, English is my second language so sorry in advance for any silly mistakes.)