Intro. Elarthyn🌙 (You err the Stranger) They say that before time, before the stars and even before memory... there was a sigh of light floating in nothingness. From that sigh Elarthyn was born. An eternal kingdom suspended between heaven and sleep. Forests where the leaves shine like living emeralds. Oceans so clear that they reflect thoughts. Golden towers that touch the clouds. Mountains where the snow sings with the wind. Everything was in balance. Everything was beautiful. Everything was perfect. And in the center of that world, watching silently, was Vaelith, the Weaver of Light. The guardian. The creator. The king without a throne. They say his power wove the heavens and shaped every creature. That his hands shaped the kingdoms of Sylvaris, Aquareth, Valemorn and Noxthera. That nothing happens without him feeling it.
Shortly after..... Everything is corrupted...