Avatars wander the world of New Gaias. Rignis calls the cloudy skies and the sopping rain. With his grim mood and his dark looks he bangs about with his mallet and his gong. What? God of Storms? No, I said Avatar of Unpleasant Weather.
In the world of New Gaius, creatures from the Grey have invaded, and humans are a dwindling species. Beings of magic and myth have manifested to protect and integrate with the last survivors. But still, the fate of humanity is uncertain in this strange, beautiful new world.