People's memories are short. The Union of Four has fallen apart, and now each kingdom plays its own game. Driven by an insatiable thirst for glory, the Idr Empire again turned its gaze to another continent in order to devour it and satiate its bottomless belly, at least for a short time. In the south, fanatics of a new cult spread the news of the imminent birth of the bloody God, carrying his word with magic and sword. The ancient races, which seemed just the absurd fantasy of artists in engravings, awoke from a long sleep and emerged from their shelters. Tytos is the largest kingdom on Tambor, exhausted by spy games, weakened by the disease of conspiracies and torn apart by civil strife. Will it be able to withstand the coming war of the Gods, which, like an earthquake, will shake the entire World to its foundation?