In a world torn by broken spirits, the people cried out. They cried for a savior- cried for a hero. No sooner had their tears reached the ears of the stars above, than the birth of the Garudas began. The collective embodiments of all mortal thoughts, words, and actions, these beings grew in essence, until they became powerful enough to descend to the world below. Stunning in appearance, fantastic, ghastly, ephemeral and very much real, the prayers of the people were answered. Only one question remains- will they recognize the blessings-and the curses- that they themselves created?