O young wanderer who walks between worlds...
Before kingdoms had names, before mankind learned to dream of power, there was an age when peace reigned supreme.
The races — humans, elves, dwarves, and beastkin — shared knowledge, resources, and dreams.
And we, the gods, watched in silence from above, weaving the threads of their lives.
At times, we descended among them, cloaked in mortal forms, to observe our children.
When balance faltered, we offered a fragment of our divinity — magic.
I chose four champions, one for each race, and taught them to shape the primordial energy that flows through all things: the Quarium.
Yet three laws were carved into the fabric of existence:
1. Never manipulate Time.
2. Never ignite War with Power.
3. Never seek the Realm of the Gods.
For ages, harmony endured.
Until one day... a young human, consumed by his desire for dominion, dared to bend Time to his Quarium.
And thus, he shattered the Eternal Thread.
The wrath of the gods set the heavens ablaze.
I, Lethe, keeper of the Thread, descended upon the mortal world to warn him:
> "Repair what you have broken, or your fate shall be Oblivion."
But he did not listen.
Slowly, his memories began to fade.
He forgot his children.
He forgot his beloved.
Madness took root in his soul, and in his despair, he slew those he once loved.
What remained of his humanity crumbled, and his grief became a black void that devoured all light.
Thus, Oblivion was born.
To reclaim what he had lost, he began devouring the memories of others — transforming them into Shadows, beings stripped of humanity and bound by emptiness.
Panic spread across Elyonor.
Nations turned upon one another, consumed by fear, hatred, and the whisper of the Void itself.
Brother fought brother. Cities burned. Forests withered.
Even some of the gods were corrupted.
Before all was lost, I tried to mend the Eternal Thread with my final relic — the Hourglass of Memory.
But then... he appeared.
The man who had unleashed the Void stormed the divine halls and slaughtered most of my kin.
He confronted me — powerful, desperate, and utterly broken.
Before he could seize the Hourglass, I cast a forbidden spell.
The souls of the gods — both pure and tainted — scattered across Elyonor, reborn as echoes of hope and despair intertwined:
the Remembrances.
He activated the Hourglass nonetheless, but I stopped him before the ritual could end.
I broke the first law, invoking the most forbidden art — I rewound time to the very moment of creation.
But what is born cannot be erased.
Oblivion had taken root.
The gods had fallen.
And I... was left alone.
Yet in the silence, I saw a flicker of hope.
Though the Void had sown fear, greed, hatred, lust, and wrath...
one single thread endured — Hope.
I sealed Oblivion deep within a realm unseen, buried beneath the veils of Elyonor.
And to the surviving races, I left a final decree:
> "Seek the fallen gods. Find the lost Hunters.
Only then shall you stand against the darkness that will rise again."
The weight of my choices still binds all of you.
And so long as I exist, I — Lethe, Weaver of the Eternal Thread — shall protect this world.
But time moves ever forward...
and I fear it may already be too late.