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In a distant world, the gods beheld their creation in ruin.
Once, they had entrusted the land to humankind-believing ambition could walk hand in hand with wisdom.
Instead, that ambition rotted into cruelty.
In the name of survival and progress, humanity scarred the world, committing atrocities that stained the earth itself.
Of all the gods' creations, none suffered more than the Witches.
They were born to stand beside humanity-to guide them, to walk as allies, to share in their fate.
But trust was repaid with betrayal.
Fire and steel answered kindness, and what once was sacred was reduced to ash.
The world followed soon after.
Vast, living landscapes were torn apart and remade.
Forests fell. Fields froze beneath iron and stone. In their place rose cold, metallic cities-monuments to human dominion and unyielding ambition.
For the Witches...
For the dragons...
For every race not born of humankind...
Hope faded.
Their era drew to a close, and the gods stood on the brink of losing all they had made.
Then-
A choice was made.
From beyond the bounds of fate, the gods called forth a champion.
Not merely a warrior... but a force of reckoning.
A Tarnished, graced by the Golden Order.
A man who had risen beyond death and despair.
An ally to dragons, bearer of their ancient ways and forbidden magic.
The consort of the Demigoddess of War.
He did not walk the path of legends.
He carved one.
And in the Lands Between, his name would echo through ruin and salvation alike-
The Tarnished Champion.