The crackling fire fades as your vision clears, the lingering warmth of its memory still present in the air. Below you lies scorched earth, cracked and marred by something far fiercer than fire. Ashen bodies, twisted and hollow, litter the ground—erased beyond recognition. The land itself is branded, scarred by an ancient force that has consumed all. In the center below your very feet is a runic sigil that pulses faintly, its light unsettling, alive with forgotten torment.

The only thing that settles your mind as you stand in this broken world is a ringing echo that resonates in your very bones, like an ancient whisper: Welcome to the Hollow Verge—a place where time, death, and fate have long been entwined. Your journey begins, but where it will end… only silence can tell.

And with that, the world holds its breath. what will you do newcomer?