The old races still live.
They are hidden within us, more in some than others.
The journey of a boy who must become more than he is, is a tale told a thousand times over, but it has never been told quite like this!
Dark fantasy in a world of its own
Long before time was subject to the measuring of man.
Before we placed places on imperfect maps
From the beautiful chaos rose order.
It blazed in the hearts of a billion stars.
Enlightening, as Ages past,
And from the dust of stars came life.
It despoiled the eternal blackness,
And so began the most terrible game.
The Great Story
Told and retold over time unimaginable.
And in its telling, the world is broken, again and again.
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