Arasain

Arasain feels the world go silent — not dark, but hushed. Sound falls away like dust shaken from old parchment. He finds himself standing on an endless floor of polished obsidian, broken only by tall shelves made of flickering starlight, holding books bound in materials he cannot name. The sky above is a vault of…

The air in the corridor stills as you step forward, the light around you dimming into a pearlescent haze. Suddenly, you feel you are no longer in the cave. A vast sky stretches above you, bruised with storm and streaked with fire and lightning. Below, an endless battlefield: dragons of every hue clash with twisted…