Much and more of Istralar lies hidden within these pages. Here, you stand ready to peer into our unending works, into the life of our planet itself and all who call it home. It is our most humble joy to present these tomes to you, beloved reader.
But be wary, weary wanderer, of what you find in our tomes. There is naught more powerful than the written word, and not all that is written should be read. Keep your wits about you and remember that history is stained crimson with the paints of victory.
The mortal realm is not to be the plaything of gods. However, certain events require divine intervention of a more direct kind, and thus, the gods may select their Champions.
From life, the greatest darkness was born. Shards of nothingness, seeking a semblance of what they once were, scattered across Istralar...