Prologue:
Whispers of the Unbroken FlameThe sky was torn by the distant hum of dying stars.At the edge of a ravaged world, where the mountains burned and the seas churned with ash, a lone warrior stood upon the precipice. His emerald skin was streaked with soot and blood, his tattoos glowing like molten rivers of emberlight. In his hand, a dagger forged from the heart of fire pulsed with the last echoes of its forge.
The winds carried the wails of a broken land—the cries of the fallen, the whispers of those who had long since turned to dust. Yet, amidst the chorus of despair, one truth burned brighter than the embers in the dark: some fates were never meant to be written.
Once, the lands of Aerthas had known peace. The kingdoms of elves, humans, orcs, and the enigmatic fae built alliances beneath an eternal sky. But peace was a fragile illusion, shattered by the rise of an ancient darkness—the Dral'Thar.
The Dral'Thar were not conquerors driven by greed or ambition. They were void-born disciples of entropy, worshippers of oblivion who sought the unraveling of creation itself. They descended upon the realms with armies of shadows and beasts of chaos, devouring hope in their wake.
The Age of War began with fire—and ended with silence.
Legends speak of the final battle at Eryndral's Bastion, where the last defenders of the realms faced the unyielding tide. It was said that the sky wept red and that the ground was scorched by a fire so fierce it left scars even the gods could not heal.
Yet, in the face of annihilation, a single spark defied the void.
His name was never spoken in reverence, nor etched into monuments. But stories of the warrior with emberlit eyes endured in whispers carried across time. Some called him a savior. Others, a tempest born of rage and defiance.
He was Drakar Vorn, the unbroken blade of the orcs.
In the quiet aftermath of ruin, the embers of destiny stir once more.
The realms have forgotten the war, but the shadows have not. And as whispers of the void echo across distant worlds, the flames of the past rise anew.
This is the tale of a warrior forged by fire and loss. It is the tale of allies bound by blood and purpose. And it is the tale of a journey that will span not one world, but many—a battle not only for survival but for a legacy that will outlive gods.
For when the void whispers, only the unbroken will answer.