In the ancient realm of Pyrathia, where the very air shimmers with residual magic and the ground bears scars from battles fought between gods and mortals, a legend speaks of the Crimson Heart—a divine artifact capable of either salvation or absolute destruction. For millennia, this heart-shaped crystal pulsed with the power of creation itself, hidden deep within the Obsidian Sanctum.
But legends, like all things touched by time, fade into whispers. And whispers, when ignored, become screams.
The day the Crimson Heart shattered was the day the world learned that some powers were never meant to be contained.