Oblivion

Time goes by and by, but everything stays the same. Ophious has abandoned us. Ultan's wraiths rule our lives with an iron fist. The Fallen Angels have closed themselves from all contact with the outside world. Everything will change. Authority has no rule in this world. Everyone is corrupt, and full of hate and malice. In a world without Heroes, Saviors, and Destroyers are born. The Prophecy says that the fate of the world lay in the hands of the marked. A glowing pair of wings on the back of a Fallen Angel, a shining pair of dual blades on the forearms of a Polacrates, a shimmering bow and arrow on the thigh of the Rakshi, and a Staff on the forearm of a Dendi.