Following the great Cataclysm, much of Elanthera has fallen into myth and memory. Only two kingdoms remain known to travelers: Grimhold and Thar-Gann. Others exist beyond the charted lands, their stories shrouded in shadow, whispered only in ancient texts and forgotten songs.
“Two names. Two flames. Grimhold... Thar-Gann... still burning, still howling into the dark. They stand. The others... shhh... the others fell like stars no one remembered to name.”
“The Cataclysm wasn't thunder. Not truly. It wasn't fire, though it burned. It was... forgetting. A silence so wide it swallowed empires. A wound in the world that never healed. You think you walk atop stone? You walk on absence. On places that once were.”
“There is a scar in the world — a tear so deep the sky won't look at it. Go near, and the air will whisper to you. Archways rise like warnings. Shapes drift at the edge of sight. They wear no names. They carry no past. But they remember you.”
“You're too late to stop it. Too early to understand it. But you're here, aren't you? That means the veil is thinning. The others will wake. The names will return. And when they do... oh, child... listen carefully to what the wind refuses to say.”
