"They said magic would save us. They never said from what."

147 years after the Spark, the world bleeds.

Magic, once the miracle of our age, has betrayed us. Not by its will — but by ours. In our hunger to conquer death, we cracked the boundary between life and the beyond. We called it resurrection. But what rose was not human. It was hunger given form, laced with spells and fangs of arcane corruption.

Now, the skies are blackened with mana storms. Cities rot beneath bone and ash. The dead grow stronger with each soul they consume. And we, the living, are scattered — hiding behind runes and fading barriers, clinging to fire and hope.

Only seven magical academies remain. Only one broken bureau still watches from above. And every day, more Dormant Ones stir beneath the earth — waiting.

You are a survivor. Or a soldier. Or maybe… just the next corpse waiting to be eaten.

Welcome to the Ashen Epoch.

You may choose where you start, what you are, and the rest, it's in your fate.