The world was shaped to be good and prosperous. The gods were commanded to guard it, and for many an age it was so. But in a night of great conflict the world was shattered by powerful magic and the sky fell upon the mortal realms. 20 years have passed. Ambitions have reignited and armies march once more. Champions must rise to save the mortal realms, for failure means the end of all they know. Ki grew up in this world, and the story of the years to come is also his story.
This story has been hanging around in my brain forever. Slowly I've been writing the world over the last two years. Now it is time for the story to take place.