Rifts known as Holes tear through the world without mercy, devouring cities, skies, and lives—swallowing humans, elves, dwarves, beastkin, and more in their endless hunger. Ancient enemies forge desperate alliances to survive, as mana bleeds from the voids, awakening raw magic in the scattered few. But no spell, no steel can seal the holes.
Until the first Delver steps through.
They return, scarred but whole, the Hole vanishing behind them. Whispers ignite: the Outer Verse, a brutal realm of alien wilds and unraveling horrors, holds the only key to closure. From the chaos rises the Order of the Depth—unbound by blood or banner, dispatching warriors, mages, and the lost into the dark to spare the rest.
Einz knows the Verse's bite too well. As a child, a Hole claimed his city and dragged him under. He endured years in its shadowed forests—ghosting unseen, evading monstrosities that bent reality, emerging only when another rift beckoned him home. The hole forged him a subtle gift: the world folds around him, dulling his presence, letting him slip past eyes and ears like a forgotten breath.
Now, in a fragile world stitched by necessity's thread, the voids widen again. Einz joins the Order as a reluctant recruit, driven by the raw edge of survival and haunted by the unanswerable: What are the Holes? Why now? Hiding in plain sight bought him time—but the pull grows stronger, and the devouring won't stop.
One plunge could unravel the truth. One truth could shatter everything. In this gripping saga of grit and the unknown, survival demands Einz confront the maw that birthed him, or watch the world follow his city into oblivion.