Truth has been erased from the pages of history.
Humanity has forgotten the primal power flowing through their veins. Once, the roar of 'Sentira' shook the heavens, the 'Draketh' breath of dragons scorched the earth, and the 'Arcanis' of Djinns wove illusions in the shadows—today, they are nothing but fairy tales.
In the name of cosmic balance, everything was stripped away. Kings are now beggars, and heroes are forgotten. The glory of the Ahmed clan lies mixed with the dust.
But blood does not forget.
Hidden behind the cursed darkness, floating in the river of time, lies an ancient diary. And on its pages burns the final warning of a dead ancestor.
He knew. He saw it coming.
"In the darkness of the distant future, a child shall be born... in whose blood will echo the fire of dragons, the invisible magic of Djinns, and the indomitable courage of man... He alone shall determine—whether this world survives, or turns to ash."
— Adamar Ahmed, 1 hour before death (18th Century)