The sky burned the night the Arcane Crown was shattered.
From atop the Celestial Spire, King Varethion the Wise wielded the divine artifact, his golden armor reflecting the flickering light of the stars. He stood alone against the Seven Betrayers—once his most trusted allies, now consumed by greed.
"You do not understand what you do," Varethion warned, his voice carrying through the storm. "The Crown is not merely power—it is balance. If you break it, Valtheris itself will break with it."
But his words fell on deaf ears. The warlords, mages, and kings who had once sworn loyalty to him struck as one. The Crown cracked, its divine essence splintering into seven shards that scattered across the world.
As Varethion fell, the heavens wept. Magic twisted, the elements raged, and the gods turned their backs on mortals. The continent of Valtheris, once a united empire, descended into war and ruin.
For two centuries, the shards of the Crown have been hoarded by rulers who claim divine right. But no king can wear the broken Crown, and so the world remains fractured.
Until now.