INTRODUCTION
The world did not die with a bang or a whimper. It died with the fading of the sun and the rising of the Umbra—a grey, suffocating tide that swallowed empires, erased history, and turned brothers into shadows.
In the wake of the Great Collapse, truth became the first casualty. Men forgot the warmth of the sun, the color of the sea, and the weight of an oath kept. We became a race of scavengers, huddling in the ruins of a golden age we no longer deserved.
But stories… stories were different. In the dark, a story is more than just words. It is a fire. It is a weapon. It is the only thing that can keep the cold at bay when the last ember dies.
This is not a chronicle of a perfect hero. This is the story of a man who was broken, a man who failed, and a man who chose to build a cathedral of lies to save a single child. Because in a world of absolute darkness, the truth is often a death sentence. But a myth? A myth can do what no man can. A myth can live forever.
