πŸ§‘Lore

Prologue

There is a land beyond the city of mages, the dragonian mountains, and the lush forests, harboring secrets, stories, and legends that only the wise can pass down to future generations: the realm of Eldarmor.

Within this realm, numerous clans coexist in perpetual conflict. The days and nights of its inhabitants, struggling to forge their destinies, are marked by relentless battles. Old grudges, the greed of rulers, the power of warriors, and the demands of survival are all sparks that drive these people to fight for their colonies' advancement.

In a world where peace is a mere concept subject to interpretation, where every rustle of branches along a path is suspect, and where a simple misunderstanding can lead to genocidal raids, balance is an implicit law that everyone follows to protect their wealth. Cutting off or seizing the food supplies of other factions is a way of life. The last wandering souls from beyond could attest to this reality.

In such a state of affairs, every clan is an enemy to the others. No light or hope seems capable of ending this oppressive existence in Eldarmor.

Yet, the fate of a world is never immutable; nothing is set in stone, and no one can predict a foretold destiny, for creation and chaos are merely two sides of the same coin, spinning endlessly in a temporal void.

It is within this duality, this philosophical dilemma, that the realm of Eldarmor stands: an era so dark that the survival of every living being is in peril.

Prepare to hear tales reserved for the keepers of empirical legends. Prepare to discover a land where heroes can forever alter the course of time!

TO BE CONTINUED...

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