Betrayal. Hatred. A cunning trap. A furious fight.

“You want it? Take it then! Take it and choke on it, you leeches!”

A primordial God, cast away, Her blood drained, her body seized, to make the earth, the sea, the sky. Fleshless, boneless, shattered, thrown in the abyss to rot, forever dying, never truly dead.

Chains, rattling in the dark. Red eyes, unblinking. She waits. She waited for an Age, to recover what is hers.

The imprudence of a mortal. A chance. A chain of events is set in motion, one that may very well see the world burn.

“Give me back my blood…”

...or how an archmage's ambition lands her as the unwilling servant of an Eldritch Entity hellbent on devouring all of existence. Forced to juggle between the safety of the world and her own immortal soul, Tener will have to come up with very good ideas to keep the Old Sun appeased. Or, well, the world is getting eaten.