Severeni
In the twilight of the great war, when the Shadow threatened to swallow all light, the races of the world united. The dwarves carved weapons of rune and flame. The elves sang the old songs of sealing. Even the humans, wild and defiant, stood their ground.
But the Shadow could not be destroyed. It was not a thing of flesh and blood-it was despair given form, a dark memory of the world itself.
So a prison was made.
Beneath the earth's deepest wound, the Hollowheart Vault was carved by the dwarves-veins of silver and starlight runes etched through blackstone deeper than any mine. But even the Vault was not enough. It needed a binding-something alive, something ancient, something eternal.
It was a legendary powerful wizard who saw what must be done. His eyes, older than empires, glimpsed the fraying future.
With his guidance, the Druids of the Elves, thirteen in number, answered the call. They descended into the Hollowheart, following the wizard's riddled wisdom, carrying seeds of old magic and sorrow. In that deepest dark, they sang the last Song of Sealing. Their spirits wove into the roots and stone, becoming the living barrier.
Trees grew over the mountains. Rivers rerouted. The forest quieted.
The druids were never seen again.
In their absence, peace bloomed. The elves erected the barrier around Lunawood Hollow, cutting themselves off. The dwarves sealed the upper tunnels and forgot. The pact faded into legend. And the humans, with their limited lifespan just...forgot.
But the Shadow is eternal. Buried, not broken. Sleeping, not slain.
And now, after countless quiet years, the seals begin to tremble. The stone sighs. And deep beneath the world, the Shadow stirs.