Long ago, the world of Revardra was a land of glory and chaos—a sprawling realm born of the gods' design and shaped by mortal ambition. From the towering peaks of the Elythian Ranges, where the skies seemed to whisper secrets to the daring, to the sunken depths of the Abyssal Marrow, a labyrinthine ocean trench that cradled ancient horrors, Revardra thrived as a tapestry of boundless wonder and unimaginable peril. It was a world bound by rules, quests, and the unseen hand of divine creators, a stage upon which countless heroes carved their legends.

But like all things bound by purpose, the world began to unravel.

What was once a harmonious balance between order and chaos became a land fractured by ambition. The gods, fickle in their will, vanished. The heroes, who once rose to challenge impossible odds, faded into history. Left to its own devices, Revardra became a land consumed by conflict, its people clinging to fragments of ancient tales and lost glories, praying for salvation—or vengeance.

And in the darkest depths of this dying world, something stirred.