I cannot understand what the gods saw on this planet—what secrets they believed it held. They have abandoned us, forsaken even the Soran, their own creations, leaving us to fight and suffer endlessly. The dark creatures still inhabit these lands, terrorizing our families and slaughtering our kin. Why they came, why they left… it’s a mystery we are doomed to never understand.

An infested planet. Chosen by higher beings to become a new world. Lands crawling with dark beings of horror and malevolence.  A place where shadows reigned undisturbed. They sought to purge its darkness. A forced clearance, a reshaping of life. Quickly, the planet became home to a multitude of races, each distinct in form and culture. While some races were bestowed with little more than the steel of swords and the strength of shields, others were gifted the arcane power of magic. Created in an attempt to eradicate the creatures and claim the planet for their own. The malevolent creatures were not so easily removed. As a result, each race was cast into its own domain, struggling to survive in a harsh and unforgiving world. Life was primitive, rooted in medieval simplicity, where swords and shields were the tools of survival and fire was the only reprieve from the dark. Yet even this fragile existence was besieged. The malevolent creatures—relentless and unyielding—waged an endless onslaught upon the land. Their presence turned every dawn into a battle for survival and every night into a fight to endure. The brutality of their attacks left no space for joy, no time for peace. Life was harsh, brutal, and cruel, a daily struggle against forces that sought to consume it whole. Then came the Great Meteor Torrent. A cataclysmic event of blinding brilliance. Iridescent streaks tore through the skies, raining destruction. Cities crumbled. Communities displaced. The very order of life was shattered by the meteors’ devastating impact. At first, there was despair. Some wept, others lamented, while a few found solace in the thought that their world…their suffering would finally come to an end. But it was not. From the ruins, they discovered Astra. A multifaceted substance of unknown origin. Born from the meteors, it could be harvested and transformed—fibers, ores, energies. Astra held untold potential. It marked the dawn of a new era. With Astra, the once-medieval world leapt forward, embracing technological marvels and reshaping its future. Astra’s deliverance was but the beginning of a new age.