Prologue I: A World Beyond Weave

In the vast cradle of the world of Karthir, surrounded by oceans that whisper of ancient deities and skies that bleed starlight, lies the continent of Virélion—a land not unified, but divided. They say it was once whole, a single lively kingdom of harmony and order. It once reigned, verdant, golden, and radiant in peace that was kept and maintained by the nine kings of the Nine Realms of Virélion. The sky knew no storm and the rivers knew no blood.

It was a primitive world of ancient technologies where no magic was utilized nor abnormal energies wielded. Populations were guided by nobles, nobles by leaders, and the leaders by their king. The orderly structure of the Nine Realms was previously unseen, but that was before the stone. 

There once existed a powerful, all-seeing eye of divine caliber that looked upon every soul in Virélion. It broke the land, destroying bonds and trust, ultimately renovating the once glorious Nine Realms into four distinct regions of equal distrust. This is where Virélion lies today, and despite its broken structure and shattered past, it still stands as a mystical marvel of Karthir for its sorcery, unique demographics, and rich culture.

The shape of the continent of Virélion.