So you think I’m special because I can see the future? Well, yes, I can. Seeing the threads of fate is my gift—and my curse. Who could seriously take a soothsayer’s gift seriously in an age when mago-technical progress has turned reality into a shining neon cacophony of possibilities? I can. Because this ability has saved my life more than once. I see prophetic dreams. And I know about the enemy—a creature that wants to destroy my home and plunge the entire world into the abyss of "renewal". A mad prophet of a new god. While the country wages war against another state, I begin my war—a war against the Prophet.