The reputation of the Golden Age had spread across the oceans. Tales of the indestructible Warlord, the towering Vanguard, and their terrifying, overpowered heirs had reached the distant western continents.
For most, the stories inspired hope. For a select few, they inspired arrogant ambition.
A lone ship arrived at the eastern shores, delivering a highly skilled, fiercely arrogant western warlord named Thorne. He marched directly to the Oakhaven valley, demanding entry. Thorne was a master swordsman, heavily scarred, and draped in a wolf-pelt cloak. But his true advantage was not his blade.
Thorne possessed a pre-war relic.
He stood in the center of the manor's massive stone courtyard, facing the Warlord's Council. In his left hand, he held a jagged, dull gray shard of crystal. It was a remnant of the "Blank Slate" formatting code—a raw cosmic anchor designed to forcefully overwrite and delete elemental domains.
