Gale hadn’t seen anything quite like it, intelligence beyond expectation. After guidance from the Perytons of Basaraa Forest, he had managed to find the whereabouts of the Hearth King. Through the magic veils and camouflage, the boy uncovered a cave of mystery and myth. It wasn’t on any map he had received, making it an unknown even for those who …

It was a door unlike any other, with scriptures just as unique – etched with smooth, flawless perfection. Aeter oozed from the almost non-existent edges, holding onto odd shades of a golden-brown color. Ulric couldn’t believe it, nor could he understand the magic it powered. He felt an unnerving pressure emanate from the door as well, resentful of the Relictan presence. …

The stillness didn’t help, not with the trembling. But the oppressive pressure from the village did recede, overshadowed by the man that stood in front of her. Jacquelyn wondered if even Veilantiff feared the Godvildian Pillars, more specifically — Masura Bloodseed. His aura exhibited a frightening calm, an amalgamation of years of blood, battle, and death. “I suppose I should consider myself …

It was a beautiful sight, something even the legends couldn’t describe — a radiant glow, white fur, and majestically blue eyes. History described the creature in mere paragraphs, as a rarity amongst rarities. Villagers from Basaraa knew of it from stories, an animal that combined the physical features of a stag and a bird. “Another creature of mythology,” thought Gale. “If I’m not …

Once under Noxun rule, Veilantiff now stood a symbol of gloomy desolation. It remained shrouded in mystery, an abandoned village that once bustled with people at its prime. There were those that admired the village’s eagerness to trade and remain relevant, with several boats and ships docking at their port on an almost daily basis. No more. Its existence made …

Aaron Heart read the contents of a message sent from Noctemar and frowned. He exited his chambers, paper in hand, and marched over to the common grounds. Past the door, the knight paused to reread the message once more. It didn’t help. Visibly frustrated, he walked over to his two companions — already in the midst of a conversation. “Well met, Aaron,” …

Gale wore equipment well-suited to his new complexion, a tunic measured to perfection along with a pair of pants — ebony-coloured and sewn from Dragon-Ash. Without any sleeves, his arms stood protected by no more than a pair of intricately designed vambraces, while his neck donned what appeared to be a bevor, both forged from Dragonbone. There was armour around the waist as well, …

Three Months After the Battle at the Bridge of Souls It was another large room, minimally furnished and walls painted to suit the stone floors. Gale sat at a distance from a curved table with three men seated behind it. He recognized the knight that helped guide him to the World of Transition, and the man who led the Godvildian to …

It was tiresome; maybe even exhausting. There was a light, but it didn’t illuminate. There existed shapes, but almost nonsensical in structure. And then there were sounds, deafeningly silent. It resembled a realm that defied normalcy, or more accurately, a place unnaturally natural. Strange in its origin, words appeared, shimmering in the darkness with a message of importance. It wasn’t a …

Mioverold was a world of freedom, a realm in which anything prospered — be it evil or good, fire or ice, darkness or light. Regions were no exception. Noctemar was what historians and chroniclers referred to as the land of primordial darkness, a place shrouded in mist and ice. Unwary outsiders would often freeze moments within exploration; a region ruthless to those even well-prepared. …