One slap to cure the sick. One word to cover the world. One step to change a destiny.

Just as life seem to have become a little bit brighter for Sunday, he dies. But that's not the end as death is just another beginning. Waking up and crawling from his grave he finds himself amid other corpses and struggles to survive and grow stronger. Then he's marked by strange gifts and cast away, alone in a world where undead and living war against the corrupted and fallen Divine.

Spells may hide beneath each stone, every step can be fatal, and anyone can be a servant of the wicked. To survive and find his purpose, Sunday would need to master his many talents, learn of the world and what it means to be a mage, and be a step ahead in front of everyone around him.

And may the Divine tremble before him.