Lyrax stood by the balcony, the torchlight flickering against his face, the night wind brushing through his hair. His voice carried slowly, heavy, like something drawn out from the depths of memory.
Lyrax: "The Grand Era… it was a time when Tideborns, kings, and tribes all fought for the ultimate power. A mythical force said to hold the ability to change the world itself. No one truly knew what that power was, but it was written in myth—hidden, unreachable. A place that can only be found by connecting dots along an adventure."
He paused, eyes narrowing at the distant mountains as if they still carried echoes of that age.
