In the desolate techno-magical realm of Pangea, where runemachines whisper truths older than gods and leyline currents thread through the bones of the land, a solitary figure begins his descent into mystery: Zephyr, the blind rune-caster turned investigator of the blood cagvaroth.This is what they carved on the walls of Varatia — before the last breath left:All whiteBy winter's breath, But by thrones that whispered deathNo sword could strike, no spell could mend When kings bowed down to a bitter endA rune-caster blind, yet cursed to see Each flaw in fate's geometryHe bore the weight no heart should keepWhere science failed, and guilt runs deep. A man once lived, then chose to fallAnd rose again, with nothing at all. Not undead. Not divine. Just a will... no longer mine.Behind every crown, a monster kneels. Behind every oath, a traitor steals. And when the silence of Varatia spreads. The shadow king walks among the dead.