𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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The era of the silence

A hundred years ago, the world of Aeridor was vibrant. Magic flowed through the rivers, mythical creatures soared the skies, and the Old Gods walked among men. But peace is fragile, and ambition is sharp.

A warlord named Malakor rose to power. He did not want to rule the world; he wanted to own it. Through treachery and dark sorcery, he bound the gods, chained the beasts, and drained the color from the land. He built the Obsidian Citadel at the center of the world and declared himself the Eternal Emperor.

Under his rule, silence became law. To speak against him was death. To possess magic was a crime. The people learned to bow their heads and lower their eyes. They learned that to survive, they had to become small.

But Malakor made one mistake. He believed that by crushing the spirit, he destroyed it. He did not understand that when you press something down with enough force, it does not just stay there—it builds pressure. And eventually, pressure explodes.

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