Ancient spires curled into the sky, scraping the shadowy abyss that gazed down upon the ragged and vile landscape below. Gray and dust melded together in a never ending war to claim dominion over the forgotten world, truly a spectacle for those who were unfortunate enough to observe it.

And it was in this world that a child lay crying in a field of withered flowers- a child that had no business being there. A child that was of two parts; one whole and one half, and that would know no purpose until the day of his death.

The child's name would be Vexus.