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An Epic Chronicle of a World on the Brink
In the beginning, Aelorin sang Vaelora into being. Seven Ashen Saints tended creation's harmonies until the Abyss tore through reality. The Shattering Night forced Aelorin to make the ultimate sacrifice: shedding His divine blood to create the Veil, the final boundary against the horrors beyond. His voice fell silent forever.
For millennia, that sacrifice held. Now, the Veil cracks.
Reality fractures at ancient wounds. Abyssal entities slip through, spreading corruption—not conquest. They whisper to the faithful, twist sacred sites into doorways, turn protectors into cultists. The gods, already diminished, offer little aid. Their voices are silent. Mortals stand alone against the gathering darkness.
