Of Dragons, Humanity and their Voice
"The man heard the melody running through all of nature. The song of the Primordials was of unparalleled beauty." - The Awakening, Chapter 8
"Long before the world scattered in ruin, the ancient Dragons ruled through their Voice. They guarded a balance long fated to shatter."
"Close your eyes and see stars in the absolute blackness. The heart of the wild pulses in the dark, revealing questions you are not yet meant to understand.”
"The hunt is the answer.
It always was."
Fragments of the Lore
A human clan once lived here, long before the land rotted into what is now the Endless Swamp. In Reikal’s blood, the trace of that history still lingers.
The deeper one sinks into Thyrea’s past, the closer the mind drifts toward oblivion… and there is one memory so dire that even a Dragon feared to relive.
Wearing the hide of a beast, wielding its fang, harnessing its force: that is what many believe gives hunters their might… but are they right?
Echoes of past civilizations cling to the world, carved into stone, woven into memory. The fate of those who once walked Thyrea remains one of Alborea’s deepest mysteries.
The further you delve into the heart of Thyrea, the more you realize: it's not about the Dragon, but the wild power that awakens with it.
A human clan once lived here, long before the land rotted into what is now the Endless Swamp. In Reikal’s blood, the trace of that history still lingers.
The deeper one sinks into Thyrea’s past, the closer the mind drifts toward oblivion… and there is one memory so dire that even a Dragon feared to relive.
Wearing the hide of a beast, wielding its fang, harnessing its force: that is what many believe gives hunters their might… but are they right?
Echoes of past civilizations cling to the world, carved into stone, woven into memory. The fate of those who once walked Thyrea remains one of Alborea’s deepest mysteries.
The further you delve into the heart of Thyrea, the more you realize: it's not about the Dragon, but the wild power that awakens with it.
The hunt never ends
It comes for every hunter. A moment when the lantern’s glow reveals the deepest of truths. Has that moment come for you?
