The war between Heaven and Hell had ended in fire and silence. But the scars it left behind did not remain only in the heavens—they seeped into the earth, birthing kingdoms that rose and fell like tides, each one carrying whispers of gods and demons long gone.

Far to the east, where silver rivers cut through endless valleys and mountain ridges clawed at the sky, stretched the continent of Eryndor. From the northern frostlands to the sun-baked southern coasts, Eryndor was a continent of extremes—rivers teeming with trade, fertile farmlands thick with wheat, and forests so ancient they were said to remember the voices of angels.