Lord of the Esoteric Sect

The symphony of steel mingled with black smoke rises from the factories. Along the ever-rising and falling Thames, ghosts whisper in their dreams. In the quietest of alleys, who is secretly gathering at the corner? On streets shrouded in fog, who is silently sharpening a dagger?

What strange secrets have been recorded by the Gate of Dawnfeathers, suspended high in the aurora? The dancer who wields storms as a staff, the magician who listens to darkness, the traveler who walks through the tides of time... Who will stand tall on the stage of the battle for the Sequences?

The “Sovereigns” send their “Apostles” to the other shore. This is a tale of the “Everlasting.”