C2 The sword of Vah'Thar

In the silent void, Theo stood before his father’s grave, which now yawned open like the mouth of fate. It wasn't just death he felt—but a calling.

An invisible force pulled him inward. One step. Then another. Then everything vanished.

He stood in a dark abyss with no wind, no stars—only the pulse of something ancient humming in the stillness. Before him floated a coffin carved from obsidian