Benjamin-Joshua hates his life. His family, or more appropriately, his sham-of-a-family/shamily despise him. His peers think the world would be better off if he were dead. And he cannot escape the spectre of the Incident-the fateful day that changed his life forevermore and saw the end of someone else's. Then one day, he providentially enters Angoria; a world that has been usurped by a one-to-one-scale copy subdivided by blockades and overrun with fearsome monstrous wardens, whose inhabitants have been cursed to relive the same torturous day on a loop for centuries by three wicked mages who purport that Angoria stands on the brink of the Apocalypse. Yet Angoria's plight might just offer the young, unimpressive nobody a chance at finding purpose and redemption... if he does not sound the planet's death knell first. For the prophesied Triumvirate are coming-three nameless, faceless, merciless machines bred for war: Skylar, the Mex Confetricus and the Pretender, whose sole purpose is to usher in the End of Days and make history end. This is not a story about good conquering evil, protagonists finding true love, victims forgiving victimisers, and the rewarding of the virtuous with a respective happy ending. This is a story about the fine line between destiny, self-preservation, and revenge. And no-one can be trusted.