ARCANTHIA:THE DAWN RIDDLE

They say time erases everything...But they have never heard the echo of a soul that refused to be forgotten.

In a world that shows no mercy to the weak, a man's worth is not measured by the dreams he holds... but by what he survives.

Centuries passed. Kingdoms rose until they touched the heavens, only to fall like autumn leaves before the first breath of wind. People believed history was written with the names of kings and armies, but the truth was different—it was written with the blood of those whom no one remembered.

Seven hundred and fifty years ago, war swallowed the continent.

Kingdoms collapsed, cities burned, and civilizations withered. Amidst the ruins, secrets that should never have been forgotten were lost.

Since that day... the world was never the same.

A land that chose Order to survive...And another abandoned to Chaos, ready to swallow anyone who dared approach.

As for the truth...It was buried deeper than any human hand could ever reach.

Centuries drifted by.Generations grew up knowing nothing but tales.Tales that some viewed as legends, while others swore were reality.

And with the passage of time...Nothing remained of the past but an echo.An echo not everyone could hear...Yet one that never fell silent.

Does the past truly die if everyone forgets it?And does the truth vanish... simply because no one dares to search for it anymore?

There are destinies that cannot be escaped.Wounds that time cannot heal.And secrets... that do not need to be sought; they always know how to find their way back.

Because some endings... are not the end.They are a beginning... waiting for the one meant to claim it.

And on a quiet morning...As the first thread of dawn pierced the darkness of the sky...

It all began.