Lume has never known the day, only the lonely moon. The Ichor, the wandering shadows who once threatened to consume all things have long since been crippled. The crowns of nations young and old now look with greedy eyes at one another. Yunpol with its striding cities and Valmour with its walls draw their sabers and bare their fangs. Far to the Crest, in the heart of Ecran, something stirs.