Five hundred years have passed since the Great Convergence scarred this world but even now the wound festers. No one remembers. Perhaps, few still do but who is to believe them? It does not matter. A new threat arises in the east and threatens to constrict this world within its coil.

The stars are still incandescent. The gods have not yet abandoned this world. There is still hope and where there is hope, there is chance to overcome.

In the year 500 in the Reign of Stars, creation enslaves creation, false gods demand sacrifice, and the jaws of oblivion are open wide. This is Phosophene.