The Weaver, the Lady of the Loom—she who wove the Tapestry of Creation from the dreams of the gods...
The Destroyer, the dragon—whose fury set fire to the world and turned those dreams into nightmares...
War had come to the Bright World. Shadows had fallen. The Dark World had ascended. Such was inevitable; such was the Balance. But, the dawn of the Fourth Age would not be like any other before. The game had changed. The fulcrum had shifted.
Even as angels and demons battled, a greater horror stalked from beyond the stars. A new lord was rising from the storm, and the gods rightly trembled.
Soon their sins would be revealed. Soon, the brokenness of the heavens would be laid bare. Truth would be shown false, and lies would shine as virtue. Nothing would ever be the same.
Still, there are seeds of hope—if they can grow in time. What they need are the waters of faith. What they need is a Lightbringer!