It was the year 1374. It has been two centuries since the clash of the Eclipxion Empress and the Grand Chancellor of the Numericral Republic. Their battle, ended in a stalemate. Both suffering great injuries that would take an elves lifetime to heal. Now the two figures lay in their own specialized healing tubs, enchanted with spells to speed the process.
Since then, only small conflicts occurred on the borders of the two spiteful nations.
The empirium had grown problems with the absence of the Empress. As she was the greatest psyker the world has ever known.
Warp gates have enlarged. The void growing exponentially in the northeast. Small nations became bolder, commiting small attacks on the border with the support of the Republic.
The Republic is on the same boat as the empire. Many problems has also occurred in their lands.
One day, a message from the empress had been sent. "A child that would be my vessel." That message was spread throughout all the lands. A new prophecy from their powerful leader.
A boy was born from a great noble family in the east. Not the anticipated conduit. But a carver for the path of the prophesied being.