Molten — a world forged in war.


    There was a time when the entire land was consumed by the flames of conflict.


    Humans, elves, dwarves, fairies, centaurs, gnomes, sylvans, caelusians, undarii, valkarions, and draumari raised their blades against demons, shadow-born creatures, and beasts beyond imagination.


    The Great War raged for centuries, carved by ambition, fear, and despair.


    The battlefield became a ravenous beast.


    Dwarves built underground strongholds that became their graves.


    Elves cast spells that twisted the very skies.


    Gnomes crafted weapons that defied logic.


    The caelusians, lords of the skies, descended from their floating isles to join the war.


    Centaurs galloped without rest.


    The draumari endured the frozen tundras.


    The sylvans fought alongside the will of the forest itself, defending the ancient wilds of their homeland.


    But no tactic, no alliance, not even the gods themselves were enough.


    It was not sword nor arrow that decided the fate of the world.


    It was the Eterna.


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    Those who understood its power rose above all others.


    The most gifted mages turned the tide, bending the very fabric of existence to their will.


    And so, when the last of the demons fell, the survivors carved their triumph into the annals of history:


    The demons were defeated.


    They were banished to the Isle of Shadows.


    Mornnosk became their eternal prison.


    But before the Demon King took his final breath, he uttered a prophecy:


    “When the world forgets our name,


    when shadows become no more than whispers in history,


    when the arrogance of the victors blinds them...


    one of ours shall rise again.


    Clad in blackened armor,


    with eyes that gleam like starlight,


    the mark of the king shall burn upon his flesh.


    And when the day comes that prophecy awakens…


    no wall, no army, will be able to stop him.”


    The Demon King was executed.


    With his death, peace fell over the world like a quiet shroud.


    The victorious races buried their weapons and forged uneasy alliances.


    Humans rebuilt their kingdoms.


    Elves sought to restore the magic of the land.


    Gnomes returned to invention, and dwarves sealed their gates.


    For years, Molten thrived, slowly forgetting the horrors of the Great War.


    But fate does not forget.


    And soon, the prophecy… will be put to the test.