There was a time when the land knew the warmth of sunlight, when the sky stretched wide and unbroken, when the dead did not stir beneath the soil. But that time had long since passed. Now, shadows clung to the edges of the earth, and something forgotten whispered from the cracks of reality itself.
Some say the gods abandoned the world.
Others believe they were never there to begin with.
It does not matter anymore. What remains is a world fraying at the seams, where time folds in on itself and death has lost its finality. The streets of Ravengarde, once home to kings and scholars, now belong to echoes and ghosts. The cycle continues, unbroken and unseen, trapping those who dare to question its existence.
In the heart of it all, a man awakens.
Aedric Dray does not know why he is here. He does not know why his name feels foreign on his own tongue, or why the ruins of this once-great city feel like something out of a half-remembered dream. But the whispers know him. The city knows him. And somewhere, hidden beneath layers of time and forgotten truths, something is watching.
His brother, Elias Dray, has walked this path before.
Once, Elias sought to break the cycle. Once, he believed that the truth would set them free. But he failed. Now, he fights not to uncover what lies beneath the fabric of their reality, but to keep Aedric from making the same mistakes.
Yet the past refuses to stay buried. The world has begun to shift, the whispers growing louder. And this time, there may be no escape.
For the dead do not rest.
They never have.