So comes the White Horizon:

  Rulers rise and fall, men and women lay down their lives in the name
of Gods Remaining and those perished.  Entombed within the world
itself, their essence has broken free of its supernatural crypt;
Power, endless and absolute, breaks forth from below.

  In the capital city of Precipice, the Lords of each Province in
Sanctum have formed a Council.  Refugees cling to the broken cobble-
stone, and Mankind does what it has done from the beginning of time:

         It survives.

  The world writhes in its corruption; will you bend that darkness to
your will, or become a beacon of light against it?