In the era of the Human Emperor, when the might of mortals could shake the heavens, there was a legend across the realms, a tale of a treasure that defied even death itself.
The Ember of Life.
Said to have fallen from the Immortal world, it was a relic of unimaginable power, a fragment of divinity that could grant life to the lifeless.
Some claimed it could weave shattered souls back into broken bodies, even pulling the dead from the abyss. Yet, for all its supposed might, there was one undeniable truth, no one had ever seen it in action.
It remained a phantom of history, a mystery lost to time.
Some claimed it had vanished with the passing of the Human Emperor, while others swore he had taken it to his grave.
There were rumors that the emperor had never truly died, that he had used the Ember to return, walking the world under a new guise.
