Long has mortalkind been scattered across the spheres, scrounging for life, and meaning. The ancients unlocked their souls and brought forth magic, only to rip it away again with the Schism. Dark days have plagued the races of the Mortalworld for eons since. The power of the Otherworld ebbs and flows at the whims of the gods. Who among mortalkind can reach beyond the confines of their soul and achieve Apotheosis? Countless have tried, most have failed. Still some persist. The gods of old and new wage violent wars, the Mortals their pawns. The universe itself hangs in the balance.