PROLOGUE…

For centuries… the land of Araura kept watch over the inhabitants of the world of Sereth from the skies above. Powerful yet peaceful, the Araurans were completely in tune with the spirits and willingly taught their ways to all who sought enlightenment. Together with the guardians of the Mursai Empire, Sereth enjoyed an unprecedented era of peace and prosperity. However, nothing lasts forever.

One night twenty-two years ago, the Araura mysteriously vanished. With no clues and no apparent survivors, the fate that befell the powerful skyland is shrouded in darkness and mystery. This event would come to be known simply as The Vanishing.

With Araura gone, chaos and darkness slowly took hold of Sereth. Mursai became increasingly overwhelmed trying to keep its weaker neighbors and allies safe. Seven years later, a similar fate came to call for Mursai. The major cities of the empire came under a sudden and vicious attack. At the epicenter of the empire - in the capital city of Valegor - the mighty Monolith of Mursai fought valiantly, but after one night of intense battle, the mighty empire had fallen. 

A calamity referred to only as The Curse blotted out the sky over the once powerful empire. The swirling miasma in the skies keeps any light from reaching the land. To this day, The Darklands lie empty and hopeless as monsters and the wicked alike prey upon anyone who would stray away from their towns.

With the Vanishing of Araura and the curse upon Mursai, the people of the world have become withdrawn and untrusting. Once noble and heroic guardians have all but given up on their sworn duty to protect the weak and the pursuit of harmony. However, a glimmer of hope has begun to cut through the darkness.