Do you dare to peel back the skin which hides your true Flesh?

**Journal of Grand Mirrorkeeper Alaric, Year 1577** --- > "The Silver Mirror reflects a world adrift. > The reign of the God-Kings was forgotten. > In our world, adrift in the mists, Retina yet remains. > Now, the light of the God-Kings has faded, and their crowns lie in abandonment. > What brought this fate to pass was the Night of the Swirling Maelstrom. > When the first God-King fell. Nyrvax. > When he met his end, the earth split and the skies bled. > He was dead, or so we thought. > Soon, the mortal yet divine Pentarchs arose—Demi-Gods all—infinite in power, dominating, agonized, and illuminated by the old tree. > Nyzara, the boundless sovereign. > Morvath, the relentless conqueror. > Thalindor, the tortured spirit. > Vorrath, the bearer of cursed light. > Yet they only bore a mere fraction of true divinity. > Soon, the dormant White-Hives was ignited yet again. The parting gift. It led to a battle without end, a battle that saw no victor. > A war that left the land abandoned by fate. > Arise now, the one marked by stars. > The lost soul, who yet wanders. > The call of distant prophecy whispers to us all. > But it is you who must act. You, whom the stars would again beckon. > A figure of humble origin. > Step forward, into the world adrift. > To face the White-Hives. > And unite all lands under one banner. # May the Silver Light guide them, to what end, none can say." ** ** --- **Grand Mirrorkeeper Alaric**