The world changed the night The Order fell.
The very foundations of Epheria twisted and cracked. Tales of that night have been weaved across the length and breadth of the continent—whispered at campfires, recounted to children at night, regaled before crowds of thousands. Every silver-tipped tongue tells a different story; every bard spins their own web. But what is the truth? Every soul in Epheria knows The Order fell, but why did it fall? The truth is a fickle thing. It shifts and changes, blurs and fades. It is in the eye of the beholder, in the heart of the fighter. Each soul is shaped and moulded by its own unique experiences in life. One truth, the things a person sees and hears, is not the truth of another. No two truths are the same. Within the stories that are sung, there is only one certainty: The Truth will set you free—or it will break you.
