The continent was not known by a single name. For it had never belonged to a single will.
Surrounded on all sides by the vast oceans, this great landmass had been a land where wars, alliances, and betrayals had piled up over the centuries.
But what held the continent together was neither armies nor the words of kings. What held the continent together was balance. At the center rose Concordium, known for its neutrality. An ancient city belonging to no kingdom, yet where everyone sought a voice. Kings gathered here, disputes were resolved here, or remained unresolved, escalating into war.
The human kingdoms were known as Ardynia. They were not united; they held together by competition.
Solaris stood out with its academies of magic, Eldrath with its swordsmen, Rendall with its trade networks, Caelmor with its knowledge, and Vareth with its faith and spiritual magic.
The Elves were the silent guardians of the forests. Dwarves lived in the heart of the mountains. Half-humans were trapped between two worlds. Monsters guarded the wild lands, attacking without question. Fairies…
They were above this order.
Guardians of ancient secrets.
And in the darkness, patiently waiting, were the demons.
Everyone in this world possessed meaning. But very few could truly control it. And even fewer were willing to pay the price for that power.
And so, this continent, while it thought it maintained its balance… In the Korr'Thal Wild Land, in an ancient castle, a lonely child was growing up. His name was unknown. And the continent was not yet aware of this.
And this child, can be the reason for the end or the start...