Requiem is lost. The marble halls, the old books, the very magic of the kingdom—a kingdom of people who could become dragons—are all but forgotten. Now there is only the Cured Temple, a fanatical cult ruling a land called the Commonwealth.Yet for the first time in a hundred years, dragons are flying again.There are only several dragons left in the world. Only several souls against an empire. The Cured Temple commands vast armies. Its paladins swarm across the land. Its warships fill the seas. And now the Temple raises its greatest champions yet: the animated skeletons of long-buried dragons, undead beasts that fill the sky. Facing these hosts, the last dragons of Requiem have but a flicker of hope, the sliver of a dream.But these last dragons rise nonetheless. They fly to war. They fly with one cry, one vision, one prayer: "Requiem."

Requiem. A mythical kingdom whose people could grow wings, breathe fire, and rise as dragons. A kingdom all but forgotten.The Cured Temple now rules over the ashes of that fallen nation. Yet some still remember Requiem. Some still carry the magic inside them. For the first time in a hundred years, dragons take flight. For the first time, they cry out the forbidden name of their kingdom: "Requiem! Requiem!"The paladins of the Cured Temple gather their armies. They take flight on the backs of firedrakes, mindless reptiles of the sky. They seek to slay the last dragons of Requiem...and to erase all memory of that ancient realm. The skies burn with war, with rage, and with dragonfire. The kingdom of Requiem is reborn.

The Singularity. The day the machines gained awareness. The day they turned cruel. The day they overthrew their makers.In a distant star system, a planet-sized computer unleashes its hosts: fleets of warships, armies of robots, and a swarm of killer drones. Their purpose is one: destroy all life.As the cosmos crumbles, one team steps up to the plate: The Alien Hunters.The Alien Hunters are galactic pest controllers, not an army. Their spaceship is old and clunky. They specialize in crushing the odd space bug, not a fleet of vicious machines. They're a rolled-up newspaper when the cosmos needs an A-bomb.But they're fast, they're brave, and they're just foolhardy enough to charge right into battle. As the robots spread across the galaxy, slaying all in their path, the Alien Hunters fly out to meet them. The war between life and machine begins.