We are the Zeph, born from the sky. We had grown too proud, too self-assured, and we paid a heavy price. After the breaking many of our great Skyholds fell to the ground, but we persevered.

With our enemies destroyed by their self-wrought disaster, our dominance was certain. Or so we thought...

The Dreadnoughts rose from the ashes of the cataclysm bent on destroying everything in their path. The remnants our of empire are shattered, and now we must fight for our very survival.