The myths were old. Older than stone, older than the kingdoms that now ruled over broken continents. They were whispered in burnt languages and scrawled into cave walls with the blood of those who dared to remember. The times when the first Lawmakers roamed the realm of mortals.
Fairies—those shimmering beings who once danced in the light of the Yggdrasil Tree, circling its vast trunk like living constellations. Beings of light, of laughter, of music so bright that even time itself slowed to hear them.
But the world had changed.
The Tree fell.
The Dark Continent consumed the roots.
And the fairies—pure in mana, bodies radiant with sevenfold the magic of a master mage—became prey. Hunted. Dissected. Sacrificed.
Not just by humans.
By all races—elves, dwarves, beastfolk. Everyone but the demons.
The demons, oddly enough, had looked upon the fairies with a strange kind of reverence… or was it fear?
Then the curse came.
And the world paid its price.
