Prologue — The Song Before Dawn
> In the age before ages, when the firmament still bled with the breath of creation, two voices sang the world into being.
One was the Voice of Light, the Radiant Hymn, whose touch birthed the rivers of life, the mountains of hope, and the gentle turning of the stars. This was She-Who-Is-Eternal, the Goddess, crown of the heavens, whose hand guides the mortal heart toward the light.
The other was the Voice of the Abyss, the Silent Chord, whose presence stirred the shadows between stars, giving form to hunger, will, and the fire that devours stagnation. This was He-Who-Dreams-in-Black, Draevan, God of the Waning Moon, whose gaze pierces the illusions of the world.
Once, they sang together — harmony that shaped the seasons, the tides, the breath of all things. But as the eons turned, harmony became dissonance. For the Goddess sought to cradle the world, keeping it pure, while Draevan sought to temper it in the crucible of trial and flame.
And so the first rift was born.
The Divine Dragon rose from the heart of the first dawn, its roar shaking the firmament, a being of soul-fire and wisdom unmeasured. At its side, mortal champions clad in her blessing carved the world into the image of the light. Against them, Draevan's chosen — champions wrought from shadow, iron, and unyielding will — struck back, seeking to forge a world unbound by divine chains.
Ages passed, wars turned to dust, and the names of gods faded into half-remembered prayers. Yet the game has never ended.
Now, the board is set once more.
The Goddess sends forth her Hero — a child of gentle eyes and unbroken resolve. Draevan, veiled from mortal sight, whispers power into the hands of his first champion in centuries. The High Priest, hand of the Goddess upon the earth, commands kingdoms like pieces in a game only he knows the rules to.
Above them all, the Divine Dragon waits… and watches.
The song begins again.
But this time, it may end in silence.