Long ago, before the skies were torn apart and the islands drifted above the endless sea of light, there was Nirathos—a world whole and thriving under the rule of the Sovereigns. These divine entities governed the laws of existence, each embodying a primal force: Chronos ruled time, Umbra shaped shadows, Ignis forged flames, and many more. Together, they maintained balance, their powers bound by the artifact known as the Bindstone—a crystalline heart of immeasurable energy.

But perfection is a fragile thing.

The Sovereigns, beings of unfathomable power, grew restless. Each desired dominion over Nirathos, and their unity began to crack. Chronos, the Timekeeper, believed only order could sustain the world, while Havok, the Chaosbringer, sought to unravel creation in pursuit of ultimate freedom. The others chose sides, and soon, alliances fractured into war.

The cataclysm was swift and merciless.

In a desperate battle, the Bindstone was shattered. Its fragments, infused with the raw essence of the Sovereigns, scattered across the world, tearing the land apart. Mountains crumbled, oceans split, and the very fabric of reality broke. The once-unified Nirathos became the Fractured Realms, a chain of floating islands suspended over the boundless storm of energy known as the Aetherveil.

The Sovereigns themselves were destroyed—or so it seemed. Their essences lingered, bound to the fragments of the Bindstone. These fragments, coveted for their immense power, could grant mortals incredible abilities: control over fire, mastery of shadows, even glimpses into time itself. But such power came at a cost. The fragments corrupted their wielders, twisting their bodies and minds until they became something else entirely—Fragmented, monsters consumed by the very energy they sought to control.

As centuries passed, the Fractured Realms rebuilt themselves, but the echoes of the Shattering remain. Factions rise and fall, warring for fragments and Aetherite, the lifeblood of skyships and cities. Ancient ruins litter the islands, hiding relics of the Sovereigns' forgotten era. Legends whisper of Sovereign Vaults, hidden repositories of unclaimed power, waiting to be unleashed.

And in the skies above the Aetherveil, the fractured world teeters on the brink of chaos once more.