Quintessent

Blood is power

  Perhaps the world was well, once. Before quintessence was unleashed upon the world and threw everything into chaos. Before dragons ruled thr north, elementals scoured the seas and sands, and the desd rose from their graves to take new and terrible vengeance upon the living. Before the grat nations of thr world were shattered like glass and its shards rebuilt themselves to survive, shining points of flickering light in the darkness of a world gone mad. Before a man with enough ambition could become a god. But that was before, and this is the world now.   Ah, quintessence, that miracle of magic that turned war into slaughter, conquest to annhiliation, and heroes into monsters. Drawn from blood