Cradle of the Shattered Sky

The world is old, and its wounds run deep.

In the scorched east, Xerothil endures-a continent of discipline and death, where Archons rule with divine authority and blood is the price of peace. Beyond its walls, monsters writhe in the dark, waiting for the Archons to falter. They never do.

To the west, Vireon prospers in illusion. Kings and queens play at war with polished swords and polished lies, unaware that their magic is not their own, and their world rests atop a graveyard of forgotten gods.

There are no heroes here. Only children born to the silence between thunderclaps. A blade-trained prince with fire in his veins. A loyal friend torn between duty and dream. And a third, quiet as snowfall, who watches the stars for omens others refuse to see.

When the skies open and mana rains down, when the truth is unearthed in ash and shadow, there will be no songs for what comes next. Only fire. And the dead.