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 castle fell into silence, an uneasy calm that blanketed the night as the group readied themselves to fight. The storm outside raged on, its thunder a distant roar that masked the first signs of invasion. 


From the battlements, Azarath squinted his eyes through the rain, his dark cape billowing behind him. He fixed his gaze on a shadow that moved unnaturally fast at the castle gates, followed by another, and another. With a low growl, he rumbled, “They're at the gates!” 


Xal'dar's followers had gathered at the castle gates in great numbers, cloaked in black robes that billowed behind them like feathers. Among the assembled throng before the gates, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was a tall elf with obsidian skin, and eyes that blazed with an otherworldly violet light. With his hand raised, he began to chant a spell, 


"Kurshubba zahiru! Kalimma asharu sharak!" 


Defending The Relic