In a world where balance is the key to survival, chaos threatens to tip the scales as a never-ending war between humans and demons stretches on for millennia. A war fueled by ancient animosity between humans and demons.  


Leor, the Demon Prince and ruler of the demon realms of Valek’thar and Zaron, struggles to break free from the shadow of his father, the Primordial Demon King Aamon, as he tries to protect humans from the demons' wrath and end the war. 


Guided by an unyielding sense of duty, Leor forms uneasy alliances with demon hunters—Shania and Seraphina, and a guardian god to protect humans from the wrath of demons, and the entire realms from the  encroaching darkness of the Devourer—an orb capable of consuming entire worlds with its chaos magic. 

Meanwhile, Seraphina and Shania, demon hunters of unparalleled skill, navigate their own moral dilemmas as they face beings that blur the line between ally and enemy. Seraphina’s quest for knowledge to help end the war leads her to Azarath, Zariel’s enigmatic envoy, whose mastery of ancient magic is as intoxicating as it is dangerous. 


As the fragile peace between realms crumbles and gods are forced to interfere, the group uncovers an ancient, malevolent force pulling the strings behind the chaos—a god who defied the laws of existence itself.  


The heroes traverse breathtaking and treacherous realms. They face impossible odds, including obsidian-skinned creatures with glowing violet eyes, demons and ancient entities. Each step unravels secrets about the true nature of balance and the sacrifices required to preserve it.


Amidst determination, love, and the unrelenting march of war, Leor, Seraphina, Azarath, and Shania must decide whether they are willing to fight to protect the very foundations of existence—or succumb to the chaos that seeks to consume them all in the strength of their unlikely alliance and the eternal struggle to maintain balance in a fractured world.

Echoes Of Equilibrium : War Of The Worlds (Remastered Version)

The temple loomed before them, its towering structure twisted and darkened with age, yet there was an undeniable grandeur to it. As the group crossed the threshold, the air inside felt thicker, charged with an ancient energy that clung to them. The silence that greeted them was almost suffocating, broken only by the faint echo of their footsteps as they moved cautiously through the stone halls. 


Seraphina and Shania heard the whispers faintly, the eerie voices cutting through the heavy air like a cold blade. It wasn't just sound; it was a sensation crawling along their skin, burrowing into their minds. 


The words were clearer, though fragmented, each phrase hanging in the air like a half-remembered dream: "Come to me...", "I wait in the shadows...", "I'm here..." 


The Prisoner