It is said that war is the ultimate solution, the final escalation to conflict and strife. To many, the concept of war is the last resort in bringing the end of dark times and the beginning of a new age. A new order. But for those of a special bringing, war is all they know. Conflict breathes into their hearts, gives them life, and invigorates them to stand and fight. There are whispers, shadows of doubts, hushed through the ages of worlds describing one particular war that is waged forever. Never stopping, never ceasing, never once ending. Always conflict and forevermore. A war so massive and great, those enacted by beings of a lesser nature paled in comparison to the horrors of this conflict.

In a long ago time best forgotten, the Triumvirate ruled their domain in peace. Inhabiting the Nexus, a place to connect all worlds, the Triumvirate was given warning of a Great Danger, one so potent that it threatened to destroy their lives and civilization. The bonds of allegiance were strengthened in the face of this Great Danger and the factions who comprised of the Triumvirate were quick in their preparations for a war that might never come. In a streak of deep irony, the Triumvirate became poisoned with mistrust among one another. With the paranoia that comes with the end of days, so too is bred doubt and lies. Before long the Triumvirate's once held stability and peace between one another broke up, leaving behind three mighty factions to war with one another.

What was intended to be the greatest army in the cosmos was now reduced to civil war among each other. The conflict continue to roar across space and time, ripping apart whole dimensions and creating new ones in their place. The heavens are burning, the lands are sinking, and the once proud coalition that was the Triumvirate finds itself standing divided. And the Great Danger looms ever closer. With each battle, each victory and defeat, the final annihilation of everyone creeps more and more into the heart of the never ending war.