Sovereign is the Great Paradox, a cosmic paroxysm, an oxymoron of divine hilarity and multiversal proportion. It is the bastion of success and achievement, the paragon of brokenness and failure. As beautiful as it is corrupt, as forgiving as it is deadly. The souls of Sovereign are beacons, shining brightly against the darkness; kindness, courage, honor … Its souls consume all, blackening the world with greed, treachery, and fear. On the western continent of Graveslor, Achilles, the Sunbringer, Self-proclaimed God King of the World, has begun an invincible, iron-fisted conquest of continental scale. A conquest that will not stop until all three continents and beyond are under his thumb. In the east, Great Klavafeld, the Empire of Prosperity, a nation spanning an entire continent, rots at the core, its immortal ruler callous to the struggles of his people. A land where the rich prosper, and the poor are trodden underfoot, their dire but petty rebellions quashed by insurmountable odds. And in the far land of Ajir, a place of sand and wind, splintered tribes struggle to survive in a hostile land against foreign oppressors, while other, lesser men prosper from deplorable and exploitative trades.