For centuries, Draevenfall was a prosperous world, built upon a fragile balance between peoples, magic, and divine forces. Dragons held a central place there: they were the guardians of the Tree of Life, a colossal entity whose sap fed all the magic in the world. This tree was considered the very heart of Draevenfall, and the dragons had been chosen by the Titans to protect it.

Twelve gods ruled over the different aspects of existence: light, protection, healing, darkness, betrayal, war, nature, time, travel, magic, righteousness, and death. They were known by all, prayed to in every village, invoked in every ritual. Their influence shaped society, and their temples were centers of political as much as spiritual power.

But above them existed five Titans, beings even older, creators of the world itself:
Igavene, Vaskor, Lanaret, Tharos, and Elyndra.
They were the ones who shaped the earth, the oceans, the winds, the cycles of life and death. The gods were their heirs, but never their equals.

For a long time, everything worked. The peoples lived in a rich, almost fairy‑like world: enchanted forests, suspended cities, countless magical creatures, diverse races, and a general harmony between natural forces and civilizations. It was a world of high fantasy, where magic was omnipresent yet respected.

Then humanity changed the equation.

Humans, more ambitious and more numerous than other peoples, began to covet what did not belong to them. Necromancers, in particular, discovered that by studying dragons — and killing them — they could access a form of raw, nearly limitless power. Their ultimate goal became clear: reach the Tree of Life itself, absorb its magic, and reshape the world according to their own desires.

The dragons resisted. The gods tried to intervene.
But humans, armed with dark magic, forbidden rituals, and entire armies, continued to advance.

The Titans, meanwhile, watched.
They saw their creation deteriorate, the gods lose control, and humans burn to ashes what had been built over millennia.
When the first roots of the Tree of Life became corrupted, the Titans understood that Draevenfall was doomed.

They made a radical decision: to leave.
Each of them abandoned the world to create a new one elsewhere, far from human madness.
Without the Titans, the balance collapsed.

The dragons, weakened and hunted, could no longer protect the Tree.
Magic spiraled out of control.
The dead began to rise.
The living fled the cities, then the countryside, then everything that remained.

In a few decades, Draevenfall became unrecognizable: a ravaged world, saturated with necromancy, where nature itself turned against its inhabitants.
The gods, unable to restore order, lost their influence; their pool of believers emptied.
The peoples died out or scattered.

What remained of humanity had only one option left: flee.
So when the first portals appeared — unstable, dangerous, but real — the survivors did not hesitate.
They crossed, not knowing what awaited them on the other side.

For Draevenfall was no longer a world.
It was a warning.
A failure.
A corpse.

And no one could live there any longer.