Arynbel is not a land shaped by time, but by memory.

Countless stones still bear glyphs once carved. Many ruins hum with Echoes of lives once marked. Long ago, Elara etched fate into flesh through soulmarks, tethering every life to a sacred path.

But the threads frayed.

The marks faded, and the Hollowborn emerged. They are the children of a world with no path at all.

Now, even the Orders who once guarded fate’s balance are fractured. The Veil between worlds thins, and Echoes drift like forgotten voices.

These records are what remains and what must be remembered.