Long, long ago, powerful beings came in this world.
They did not come from heaven or the stars—but from elsewhere, a place between worlds. No one had any idea what they actually were. They walked among Humans, Elves, Dwarves, and the rest. Some helped. Some said nothing. Some brought terror with them.
Then they vanished.
But they did not leave the world childless. They left behind strange artifacts, and traces of power in the form of sigils. These sigils would appear on the skin as glowing symbols. These were given to a select few. Some were passed down through Bloodline. With the passing of the centuries, the strongest bloodlines preserved their power for generations.
The Humanian royal family were among them. Their sigils made them kings and queens—and targets.
Over time, the world was partitioned into territories for the different races. Humans lived in Humania. Elves guarded the forests of Sylvalen. Dwarves built their deep cities in the Ironspines. Other races had their own territories too. Each region was shaped by its people, their cultures, and old beliefs. These came to be known as racial territories afterward.
Some people became blessed. Some became powerful, some just lucky.
Powerful were few in number, strong, and feared.
Something is shifting now.
At the edge of Humania, on the border of a place called the Borderlands, is a sigil-less boy named Kael. Powerless. Hopeless.
But something ancient and mysterious watches him
And is beginning to wake