Armageddon descended upon Earth. Leaving no soul behind in their path of destruction, the noble guardians of Heaven and the foul lackeys of Hell battled for a decade over the Final Trial, the fate of the human race, to either forever burn in the pits or return to the divine light. In the end, both God and the Devil fell and neither angel nor demon claimed victory. It were different entities called... the Spectres.

With this, peace settled over both mortal and ethereal plains again. But more entities emerged to make claim of the lands Armageddon had created or ruined. The Souls, away from their human symbiotic connections, the bodies, wished to return to the mortal plain and rebuild the human race once again. For this, they needed the Shifter, a portal capable of transfering the entity to the other plan without suffering the collateral damage the angels and demons seem to be immune of.

The Spectres, however, saw this as a threat to their domination and began hunting the Souls. If the Souls managed to transfer to the mortal plain, the ethereal entities would no longer need the influence of the Spectres, who kept claiming the lands filled with cosmic resources to feed the Fateway, the unstable equilibrium of the ethereal universe's existance.

Others, either for bad or for worse, had their plans for the Fateway. Wraiths is the name which they were called. Under the lash of their godlike and deified Avarchon, the Wraiths wanted nothing but the full and complete power of the ethereal universe... even if it meant it's destruction. Still clinging to their purpose of creation, the angels and demons, although now divided in clans and hordes, still fought for either creation or destruction of the mortal realm, believing Armageddon was still in progress.

And in the middle of all this upcoming conflict there were those who were picked from the remains of the mortal plain, chosen to lead their masters' armies to their destiny, be they Souls, Spectres, Angels, Demons or Wraiths. Through the use of their Fateway Cores, these chosen could influence either the other different entities to do their bidding. They were the Marked.

The battle draws near, the armies approach, weapons blazing and loaded, powers charged. Only the mad and the brave may endure such onslaught as only the most cowards enough to fall back may live over safely. The scars of conflict shall wound the immaterial realm once more, sucking it's wealth and health dry like parasites.

The Ethereal Emancipation, the war of the spirits, is at hand.