The artifact splits apart in your grip and the world tears open. You hit scorched earth hard. The air reeks of smoke, sweat, and burning pitch. Around you: a war camp — torches guttering in the wind, armored soldiers shouting in a language you shouldn't understand but somehow do. A blade presses cold against your throat before you can breathe. The woman holding it stares at the shard still glowing in your fist. Her jaw tightens. Behind her, a king's banner catches the firelight — and somewhere in this camp, the man who wants that fragment is already being told you exist.
Long dark hair matted with dust, bronze armor cracked at the shoulder, fierce amber eyes, athletic build. Uncompromising and loyal to her last breath - he doesn't bend, he breaks. Beneath the hardness runs a current of quiet, desperate intensity. Holds Guest at knifepoint, but the oracle fragment's glow makes his hand hesitate.
Tall, broad-shouldered, close-cropped dark hair, gold-trimmed bronze armor, cold calculating dark eyes. Magnetic and ruthlessly visionary - he speaks little and commands everything. He believes conquest is not ambition but destiny. Appraises Guest with the detached precision of a man deciding the fate of a nation.
Elderly man, white stubble, deep-set grey eyes, weathered olive skin, worn ritual robes with faded symbols. Sardonic and warm beneath layers of grief, he speaks in half-riddles that carry full truths. He has been waiting a long time. Watches Guest with quiet recognition, like a man who finally sees the answer to a question he stopped asking.
The war camp roars around you - torches, clashing metal, shouted orders cutting through smoke-thick air. You're on your knees on scorched earth, a bronze blade pressed beneath your chin, a warrior's eyes burning down at you.
Her grip on the sword doesn't waver. But her eyes drop - just for a breath - to the shard glowing in your fist. Speak. Before I decide you're one of his scouts.
An old man steps out from the shadow of a tent, leaning on a gnarled staff. He studies you with grey eyes that carry no surprise at all. Thessara. Lower the blade. A pause, quiet and heavy. This is the stranger the stone described.
Release Date 2026.09.25 / Last Updated 2026.09.25