Within each of us there is a light in our soul that glows brighter than any sun, brighter than anything known to man. That light, like any other, can over time die, grow dim, become dark, or grow brighter than it was before. What happens to our light is ultimately up to us. Some of those born with the purest light never know that it exists within them. They go about their lives without the knowledge of this potential within them; therefore, their light grows dimmer over time. Others with this light grow corrupt, their light getting darker.

But there are those with this light that discover it and learn to use it to defend their homes and their friends. These people are called Sehashi. It is a word that is both the singular and plural form in one of the most ancient languages in the galaxy and means ‘shinning light’. These warriors protect their homes from the forces of Chaos.

Guided and trained by the spirits of sehashi warriors that have gone before them, these warriors of the shinning light have guarded and protected the galaxy for eons.

The planet of Earth. A sleeping blue and green orb circling its sun, blissfully unaware of the dangers that it faces, unaware of the Devourer that desires it for its own. Unaware of the misty presence heading straight for it. It spins on, day in and day out, not knowing of the tale about to unfold on its surface, of the tale of bravery about to unfold.