It is age that shatters the firm dreams locked in glass showrooms–
It is sloppy habit, it is the unhindered gripping-gropping hands–
It is a country bound for Doom, sails aloft there, t’gallant sails bloated by a frowning poltergeist,
The story begins with a ferocious battle between the witch, Abike and a domineering pantheon of gods hellbent on controlling the earth. They had closed down the Third Mainland Bridge in preparation for an old dangerous rite to summon and honor the old gods. Only witches and other powerful personalities are aware of this.