“January 2nd, 2091."

That was the day Magic returned. That was the day that the dying gift, only preserved by a few thousand of mages before, was suddenly received by billions who know not of its dangers. The nations of humanity, unable to communicate with each other across great distances, have been splintered as a result.

Rogue mages, fearful men, and shadows cast by Akasha's light has brought upon the Evernight—the zeroth hour in mankind's history.

The year is now 2094.
On the brink of everything, hope remains distant.
Yet that does not mean that one shouldn't hope.
In this age where magic rules all, one must understand and imagine hope as something tangible.

This is a story of those who brave the dark—
of those who walk forth from the past.

Of the Camellia, mortal and moribound, who strives for the coming dawn.