In every tale of myth and fantasy, there was a time that came before. A Golden Age, a Titanomachy, an era of glory where young gods and younger mortals worked marvels together.

This is a story of that age, a primal epoch where great beasts walked the earth and Pangea had not yet split.

This is the age where the Relics were forged and the Dungeons were dug. This is the age where the animals could talk and the Kindly Spirits raised cities of glass and coral. This is the age of half-god heroes and mage-monarchs that reached too far...

...but this is not their story.

This is the story of Arjasoot the Smoke Spirit and Varayana the Sword-Maiden, and their journey to Wedwel Dom, the City of Springs.

They do not seek danger or glory, but the harrowing minions of fallen, psychotic gods may not give them a choice in that matter....