The world of Aetherus was vast—thus, a world of perpetual war. And where there was war, there would always be death.
Many things were ruined by war. Yet, war did not always bring ruin. Damon—and anyone born in Aetherus—had come to learn that war was also a driver of innovation, technological advancement, and more.
That said, the horrors of war were far more numerous. So hideous were they, that even the luster of the so-called innovations born from war could not conceal them.
Among these horrors… was undeath.
As corpses piled high in a magical world, some refused to stay dead. In their mortal hearts they carried resentment and unfulfilled longing.
They would rise again—undead. Some among them chose this path, performing secret black rituals to attain undeath.
Others were forced. Many forms of undeath existed.
These were called the undead.
Among them were Shades.
