Between the mist laden valleys of the Western Highlands, there lies an ancient forest known as The Whispering Veil. Time seems to hold no dominion here; the trees stand tall like sentinels of a forgotten age, their back etched with runes no mortal can decipher. It is said that when the wind passes through the branches, one can hear voices mourning whispers of the long dead, or the hushed scheming of something far more sinister.

Legends tell of a cataclysm that once nearly devoured the world a time when the mad sorceress Selene Nightbane sought to awaken Nyx'thar, the Abyssal Maw, an eldritch horror from the void. Her dark ritual nearly succeeded; lands withered, rivers ran dry, and an endless night swallowed the skies. In a desperate bid, six warriors sacrificed themselves to seal Selene within the Obsidian Spire, and Nyx'thar was cast into the abyss.

But no prison lasts forever.

Recently, the forest's mist has thickened, tainted by an unnatural darkness. A crimson moon rises ever more frequently, casting eerie shadows upon the land. People vanish in the night, their last words whispered in trance like murmurs: "She is calling me... She is calling me..." The elders of nearby villages warn: "The Maw stirs, and its herald shall rise again."

Before his passing, the seer Magnus uttered a prophecy: "Only the Sevenfold Light can quell the Abyss. Find the six who bear its fragments, or the world shall down in eternal night."