Infinite Limits

For centuries there had been only silence . . .
The Rift remained still as glass; a pitch-black mirror that when gazed upon showed only the reflection of one's soul, and the emptiness therein.
Throughout the silence the races slept, dreaming of an age past -- a history of horror that slowly faded to legend, and slower yet into myth.
Then the Rift awoke . . . and their dreams turned to nightmares, nightmares into reality.
From its pulsating maw spewed the infinite, undead legion assembled from the farthest reaches of a universe in ruins. With only one world remaining in their conquest – one last flicker of life in an otherwise darkened universe -- the full might of the Dark Army descended.
Hastily assembled, vastly outnumbered, and utterly unprepared for the evil that comes, an army of races must stand against it; . Alone, the Guardians of the Gate will surely be swept away.
But they're not alone. While the races slept, the gods planned. They created . . .
After the passing of ages the powers of their children, their Chosen, have come to fruition. Their godlings wield the Oneness, the very power that gave birth to the Black Door. Yet still it will not be enough . . . to defeat the Void it will never be enough.
Thus the gods risked everything. They created another; a new power – his gifts born of the Void itself. A boy not only capable of ending the Dark Army but the very world in which he lives -- along with all those he loves.
As the battle for the final world unfolds, the gods cannot help but wonder, would this be their final failure?
Would their savior grow to become the Destroyer?