In the age where light and shadow intertwined, Elarion’s fate was shaped by two mighty forces. Light bore hope and life; shadow forged will and strength. Balance was older than memory—until the crack began to widen.
Beyond time, the Creator Goddess Etain breathed the first spark into the void. Lands unfurled, skies arched, and waters found their veins. All that rose did so under her order—yet the pursuit of perfection strained the bounds of power.
The firstborn faltered and scarred the world; Etain withdrew. Still, life did not fade—among the ashes, will took root and sought balance. Even as night fell, the legends say embers never truly died.
After long slumbers the seals weakened. Whispers of forbidden craft crossed the borders, and rifts surfaced across the land. For the first time, the twin forces pulled in different directions.
Those who followed the light swore to guard order and hope. Those who walked the shade vowed to defend will and freedom at any cost. Two paths sprang from one root; destiny would no longer march in a single line.
The fracture’s echo spread across the continents. Walls rose, banners unfurled, old oaths were broken. While steel sang and sorcery howled, the prayers for the innocent never fell silent.
Heroes whose names are yet unwritten stepped forward. Some healed in the light; others were tempered in the heart of shadow. Fate placed them on the same stage but different sides. Each choice mended—or widened—the crack.
At dawn, neither light nor shadow stood alone as victor. True victory blossomed in hands that restored balance. Elarion’s tale is unfinished—the quill is now yours.
Note: This text serves as a primer to the game’s universe and will be expanded through in-game events and patch notes.