Eternal Realms

An angel fell. His home burned. Then Velius Pyre awoke in the ashes with a weapon no being should be to able carry.

Now he’s in the Nether, a place between places where pantheons like the Heavenly Host wage resource wars over dying realms and the remains of what once was. A place where souls are but mere currency, and the unclaimed, those like him, either ascend or dissolve solely on the merits of their Domain.

Unfortunately, Pyre’s is worthless. At least at first.