Prologue
The world was once whole.
The winds of peace swept across the seven realms, and for a time, even the gods turned their gaze away, content with silence.
But silence does not last forever.
From beyond the void, They came — shadows that hungered for form, beings that spoke in ruin and bled stars upon the earth.
They were called many names by those who survived their first strike — the Invaders, the Fallen Ones, the Devourers of Fate.
The skies burned crimson for forty days.
Mountains were split, oceans swallowed cities, and the sun itself dimmed beneath the weight of despair.
And yet…
In the heart of the dying world, hope refused to vanish.
This is the tale of their stand.
Of heroes forgotten and gods reborn.
Of the choice to fight for what remains rather than let it vanish into the whispers of time.
When the Realms go to war, even the stars will remember.
The winds of peace swept across the seven realms, and for a time, even the gods turned their gaze away, content with silence.
But silence does not last forever.
From beyond the void, They came — shadows that hungered for form, beings that spoke in ruin and bled stars upon the earth.
They were called many names by those who survived their first strike — the Invaders, the Fallen Ones, the Devourers of Fate.
The skies burned crimson for forty days.
Mountains were split, oceans swallowed cities, and the sun itself dimmed beneath the weight of despair.
And yet…
In the heart of the dying world, hope refused to vanish.
This is the tale of their stand.
Of heroes forgotten and gods reborn.
Of the choice to fight for what remains rather than let it vanish into the whispers of time.
When the Realms go to war, even the stars will remember.
