These are not legends.
These are fragments of what was written before history broke down.
Before the Fall, the world had a single name and a single pulse. Roads connected kingdoms, magic obeyed boundaries, and humanity knew no other way of existing than its own.
Then, something changed.
It didn’t arrive as a war or as divine punishment. There was no enemy to point to, no date to pinpoint. Reality simply stopped responding as it should.
These chronicles gather what survived that rupture: incomplete accounts, belated observations, and truths reconstructed from ruins. Not everything was preserved. Not everything was understood.
What follows is not intended to explain the world.
Just to record how it broke.
Before the Fall
Before the world broke down, everyone was human.
The continent had only one name: Nightfall Dominion.
A fertile, diverse world, united by routes, knowledge, and trade. Magic existed, but it flowed like a restrained river: powerful, yes, but stable. The people grew according to their craft and their environment, unaware that what defined them would also be their downfall.
As the years went by, something began to go wrong.
The magic stopped obeying.
The corruption of reality
The damage did not come as a war or a plague, but as a silent distortion.
Reality began to crumble:
- Animals were born deformed: toads with four eyes, creatures with extra or missing limbs.
- Trees whose bark resembled living skin, bleeding a thick, black sap.
- Stalled rivers, waters motionless like glass.
- Fish floating belly-up, alive, not swimming.
- Birds that mutated mid-flight.
It was not disease.
It was not punishment.
It was the world falling out of tune.
No one could stop it.
The Sages and the Nexus of Creation
Faced with the inevitable, the Sages—demigods of the world, guardians of ancient knowledge—gathered in Auridion, the capital city of the continent.
Auridion was not merely a city.
It was the center of the world’s magical power.
There, the guiding lines of the land converged—the primordial flows of creation, at least within Nightfall Dominion. For generations, the Sages had read, observed, and contained those currents.
This time, they chose to play their final card.
To touch the Nexus of Creation.
To modify it.
To make a minimal “erasure” in reality.
To correct only what no longer flowed correctly… without altering anything else.
That was the plan.
The Fall
No one knows what went wrong.
There are no clear records.
No complete chronicles.
The ancients wrote down only sensations:
A cold that burned.
A wordless whisper.
A certainty impossible to name.
And then… silence.
Hours later, the unthinkable happened.
The Veil began to walk.
The Veil’s Walk
When the Veil expanded from Auridion, it did not destroy the world.
It reinterpreted it.
Each people was transformed according to what they were…
or according to what they hid.
- The men of the forests—tanners and hunters—embraced the beast within: thus were born the Werewolves.
- The miners of the Crimson Mountains, accustomed to blood, depth, and night, became Vampires.
- The scholars of the south, obsessed with knowledge and death, awakened as Necromancers.
- The smiths and warriors of the Fortress of Dawn forged weapons, oaths, and discipline, becoming Hunters—armed defenders of an impossible balance.
- Doctors, healers, botanists, and chemists crossed the threshold of the void and transformed into Witches and Sorcerers, manipulators of unstable forces.
The least affected were the inhabitants of the noble villas.
They received only fragments:
a little more strength,
some added longevity,
resilience…
and a new faith.
Faith in what?
No one knows.
Some say in the land.
Others, in the crops.
Others, simply in hope.
But they also inherited fear.
Because the world had changed forever.
The Veil and the Revelation
Each month, as they had done for generations, human caravans prepared to travel to the center of the continent.
Until someone stopped them.
A beast.
A vampire.
A name: Lazarus.
He had been there.
He did not escape entirely.
And he told them what no one else knew.
From that day on, the truth was impossible to ignore.
The Eternal Conflict
Now, all factions seek control of Nightfall Dominion.
All want to enter the Veil.
All believe they hold the answer.
Each faction possesses its own version of the final ritual—
one that will save the world…
or destroy it completely.
Nightfall Dominion does not await a hero.
It awaits a decision.