Arcadia, Territory of the Centaur Tribe.
On the vast continent of Arcadia, things were no longer as they once were. Since the opening of the Abyss rifts, everything had changed. The old conflicts had not disappeared, but they had lessened, replaced by a common concern that weighed on every tribe.
When the demons had crossed the barrier between the worlds to possess mortals, they were not alone....
Lost souls had taken advantage of this breach to return. Some had found their bodies again. Others, however, were still wandering, desperately seeking a vessel.
This threat had forced the tribes to rethink their priorities. The internal wars that once tore Arcadia apart had therefore calmed down.
In the Centaur Tribe camp, life went on, at least on the surface. Children ran between the dwellings, laughing freely. Their voices brought a lightness that contrasted with the surrounding tension.
