The Origin of Valtherion's Light
The world was not born from light, but from curiosity.
Before civilization, before the sky knew color, there was only one name that echoed through the void—Eldran Valtherion, the first human who refused to bow to ignorance.
He was no god, no hero.
He was merely a young scholar who refused to accept that mankind was born to be weak.
In the solitude of a world without law or direction, he rewrote the meaning of "life."
With his own hands, he kindled the first flame—the flame of knowledge.
From the ruins of a great war that devoured the world for nine years, Eldran stood upon a nameless land.
The land was silent yet rich—gold, silver, orichalcum, and glowing blue stones unknown to man.
He looked upon the horizon and said to himself,
> "If the world cannot offer peace, then I shall build it myself."
And from that resolve, the first kingdom was born.
The Kingdom of Valtherion.
Yet Valtherion was more than a kingdom—it was a dream forged into a system.
Its streets glowed softly at night, its walls defied age, and its rivers flowed with currents guided by logic engines—Eldran's own creations.
People called him king, but he only smiled faintly and replied,
> "I am no king. I am merely a man who seeks to understand how the world works."
Years passed.
Valtherion grew into the world's center of knowledge.
Scholars, traders, and wanderers came from every corner to learn, to exchange, and to find refuge.
Amid the splendor, Eldran never ceased to write, to study, and to create.
He built the first airship, the first distance-free communication system, and the machine that turned sunlight into eternal light.
But his brilliance came with a price.
Each new creation weighed heavier on his mind.
In silence, Eldran began to dream—visions of a future he could not comprehend.
In those dreams, he saw light becoming flame… and that flame devouring everything he had built.
One night, inside his laboratory filled with glowing runes and swirling blue energy, he wrote his final message on the wall:
> "Time is a creature that cannot be defied.
Every glory shall fall, even those built upon knowledge."
He knew his kingdom would one day crumble.
But he also knew destruction was merely part of a far greater cycle.
Before his final breath, Eldran created the Core of Valtherion—a crystal woven with patterns of logic, containing ten percent of his knowledge… and his soul.
It was not just a record, but a fragment of his very being.
He sealed it deep beneath the kingdom, in a place untouched even by light.
As the dawn rose, Eldran whispered:
> "From my blood, one will rise to find this.
And when that time comes… the world shall turn once more."
His body vanished within a burst of blue radiance.
No one ever found the remains of the first king.
But that night, an aurora danced across the skies—a color unseen by mankind.
They called it The First Light.
Centuries passed.
Generation after generation of Valtherion's bloodline carried his legacy forward.
Their technology surpassed the limits of logic, and their empire expanded to become the heart of the world.
But few knew it all began from the sacrifice of a man who glimpsed the future—and chose to believe.
And deep below the earth, within the crystal, a faint whisper remained, waiting to awaken.
> "The one who bears the final light shall carry the sins of the past… and the hope of tomorrow."
The crystal pulsed once—like a beating heart.
Then silence.
The world kept turning, unaware that history had just written the beginning of the end.