The cycle of power and ruin continues to tighten its grip on Aelyndor.
The Forge—where the Sanctorite is forged and tempered—now beckons the weary. Is it here that the land’s twisted future will be shaped? Is it here that the power of the mineral will either bind the world together, or tear it asunder?
But this is no mere workshop of creation.
Under the watchful eye of the Ministry, the blue mineral flows. In the marble halls of this dark cathedral, the whispers of power reverberate. From here, the Ministry pulls the strings. The world moves at their will—and their ambitions know no bounds.
Two barren souls twist at opposing ends seeking to become one. What will happen when the conjunction finally arrives?
No mercy. No reprieve. Will you challenge the cathedral’s darkest secret and disrupt the Ministry’s iron grip over the forsaken lands? Or will you fall prey to the cold, calculating mind of those who know only ambition?