The world of Ember has ended and the gods are dead.
Sixteen years have passed since the end and the world of Ember is twisted and broken. The sun shines dimly upon the dry wastelands, abandoned ruins and the lost. The two moons of Vesa and Luna lie shattered across the sky and fire and fury rains down upon the world in great cycles of destruction. Ten thousand of the Gray Order died in the capital of Aldhall and only the ghosts of the dead remain. There are no signs of the enemy they fought.
Wick is the last city. The city of refuge and a collection of survivors and people without a home. Life is hard and food and water is a constant concern. The great Magic of old somehow remains functioning. However, with each passing year magic grows weaker.
The end of the world has come and gone, and now another story begins.