The gods abandoned this universe aeons ago.
No one know where they went, or why, but we have been left to our own devices, to thrive or perish as we may.
Until now.
Our sages sense something stirring in the void between worlds. A subtle presence, whose nature and power are so far unknown.
They seldom speak of it, but we see their furrowed brows, the tension in their shoulders, the way they avoid eye contact or, indeed, any contact with the common people.
Having a touch of the Gift, I sense it too, but vaguely.
What could it portend?
