In the shadows of Tenaria, where moonlight struggles to pierce through soot-stained towers and the cobblestone streets remember the blood of the old mages, a forgotten magic stirs.
Long ago, before the Order of the Veil rose to power, magic thrived; raw, wild, and woven into the very fabric of the world. But with the rise of the Order came fire, fear, and silence. The great burning of the Arcanum, the execution of spellcasters, and the sealing of ancient knowledge had reduced magic to whispers in bedtime stories and faded ruins.
Yet, as history has shown time and again, magic never truly dies. It waits.