Elarion remembers what mortals have forgotten.
In the time before time, when the skies of Elarion still burned with the breath of Sovereigns, a name carved itself into the bones of history—then vanished without a trace.
A name whispered only by ruins.A legacy buried beneath dust and blood.A shadow too dangerous to remember.
Once, there was a warlord.Not born, but forged.Not crowned, but feared.
He bent empires with his will, shattered realms with a glance, and walked through death as if it were mist.His blade knew no rest.His name became a myth.And myths were meant to fade.
Until now.
The balance of Elarion tilts again.
Twelve races stir.Seven bloodlines tighten their grip on the human realm.Sovereigns sit on distant thrones, watching... waiting.And far beyond even them—something older wakes.
"The Forgotten returns," whispers an ancient one from the deep."But he wears a new name… a softer form. Let the world smile upon him… for now."
Lightning splits the sky over Caeloria.The stars blink, as if unsure of what they see.
And far away, beneath two silver moons, a child is about to be born.
He will laugh. He will love.But when the time comes… he will rise.
And the world will remember what it tried so desperately to forget.