Prologue – The Veil of Whispers

In the shadowed valleys of the western highlands, an ancient and mysterious forest stands silently. Known as "The Veil of Whispers," this woodland seems to have transcended the dominion of time itself. Towering trees, like vigilant sentinels from a forgotten era, bear on their rough bark ancient runes that tell enigmatic tales of old. Whenever a gentle breeze brushes through the branches, soft, almost inaudible whispers can be heard perhaps the lament of the departed, or the secret murmurs of a sinister conspiracy sending shivers down one's spine.

Legend tells of an age when a cataclysm nearly brought the world to its knees. In that era, a mad witch named Selene Nightbane sought to awaken Nexas, a terrifying entity lurking at the mouth of the abyss, a being of pure darkness emerging from the void. Her dark ritual was almost triumphant: the earth withered, rivers ran dry, and endless night threatened to engulf the sky. In a desperate bid for survival, six brave warriors sacrificed their lives to erect a final barrier, sealing Selene within an obsidian tower, while Nexas was cast into the fathomless abyss. Yet, as ancient wisdom holds, no prison can hold darkness forever.

Of late, the mists within The Veil of Whispers have grown ever denser, as if tainted by an unnatural, malignant force. Blood-red moons rise with unnerving frequency, casting eerie shadows upon the land. As night falls, villagers mysteriously vanish, leaving behind only their fading, desperate murmurs: "She is calling me… she is calling me…" Nearby elders issue dire warnings: "The abyss stirs; its emissaries shall rise again."

In those dire moments, the dying seer Magnus, with trembling yet resolute voice, uttered a prophecy: "Only the sevenfold light can quell the abyss. Find the six scattered fragments of its glow, or the world will be doomed to eternal darkness."

Deep within the forest of The Veil of Whispers, where shadow and mist intertwine, the world seems to await the judgment of fate. The ancient runes and the whispered voices serve not only as reminders of a once resplendent past but also as harbingers that the forces of darkness are gathering once more. Amid fear and hope, the people silently pray that, one day, a hero might gather the lost fragments of light and restore the complete radiance that once illuminated the earth.

At this very moment, The Veil of Whispers continues its haunting murmurs, bearing silent witness to all that is unfolding. The susurration in the wind seems to say: Though darkness weighs heavily, light shall be reborn; even in despair, a glimmer of hope will always shine…