Blue Eyes of Vyrkanth
In the fractured world of Eryndral, where 12 continents—nine grounded, three soaring—teeter on the edge of all-out war, power hums through magic, crude machinery, and the rare pulse of aura. Vyrkanth, a land of iron spires and coal-choked skies on the continent of Draveth, stands at the heart of the storm, its crimson wyrm banner raised against looming threats: orc warbands from Grundthar, elven skyships from Sylvara, and the restless dragons of Ignarath. Amid the clatter of steam carts and the flicker of arcane light, a peasant named Kael Draven emerges from the muck of Lowcrook, his piercing blue eyes—a rarity in a realm of brown and gray—marking him as an outcast, a target of scorn and suspicion.