Centuries ago, long before the world knew the name Dravos, before the academies were built and the streets filled with the echoes of magic, there was a time when the world was ruled by the Spire.
The Celestial Spire stood at the heart of the realm, an immense tower that pierced the heavens themselves. It was said to be a bridge between the mortal world and the divine, a beacon of untold power, holding the ancient secrets of magic. The Spire was a monument to the gods, a gift to the people, and its mysteries were woven into the fabric of life itself.
For those who could reach its peak, the reward was immortality, or so the legends claimed.
At the height of its glory, the Spire was a source of unimaginable power. Mages from every corner of the world traveled to its base, seeking its wisdom, its teachings. The Academies grew in its shadow, each one a beacon of strength and knowledge, training the brightest minds and the most talented spellcasters. The Celestial Spire was the heart of a unified world, where magic knew no bounds and peace reigned for centuries.
But peace, like all things, could not last forever.
A day came when the Spire, the pillar of their civilization, cracked. The heavens themselves trembled, and a great storm broke the calm. Darkness spread from the top of the Spire, consuming the skies, and the ground itself began to tremble. Within the heart of the Spire, the ancient magic that sustained the world began to twist and unravel, leading to the Cataclysm.
In a single night, everything changed.
The Spire collapsed, its destruction echoing across the land. The mages who once wielded its power vanished, their magic lost to the winds. The once-great Academies fell into disarray, their teachings scattered and corrupted by the chaos. The gods withdrew, abandoning the world they had once watched over, leaving humanity to fend for itself.
It was then that the first signs of the Darkness began to appear—hidden forces, twisted and powerful, seeking to control what remained of the world's magic. Some called them the Shadowborn, others the Forsaken, but all agreed they were a danger that could not be ignored.
The world, once united by the Spire's light, was now divided. The remaining kingdoms splintered into factions, each seeking to control the remnants of the Spire's magic, each believing they could restore the lost order.
But the true secrets of the Spire, the key to understanding its downfall, lay hidden in the bloodlines of those few who had been touched by its power. The heirs of the Spire, the descendants of those who had been closest to its magic, walked among the people—unaware of their own legacy.
One such heir would rise, unknowingly born of this power, and his actions would either save the world—or plunge it into darkness forever.