A world where an eye in the sky watches all, and two beasts enforce its silent will. Never look up — unless chosen by the ruler. But everything is a lie, an illusion spun by a demon to rule through religious fear.
Now some are waking, yet too weak to fight. Hope rests on a dragon and a half-spirit, in a land where enemy and ally blur. Downtrodden orcs, dwarves, and elves feel their ancestors’ fury. Will they bring prosperity — or fall to ruin?
A world of illusion and fear. An eye in the sky looks down; two beasts at its command. Never look up at the sky and you shall be rewarded to do so when chosen by the ruler. Everything though is a lie — nothing but an illusion made by a demon, to rule the masses under religious fear.
Now there are people waking up from this illusion, but they’re too weak to go against the one who started this. It all depends on a dragon and a half-spirit to overcome this destructive world, where no one knows who’s the enemy and who’s an ally.
This is just the beginning — the downtrodden orcs, dwarves, and elves are gathering strength, feeling their ancestors’ anger for what the demon did and for what the two beasts have done to help.
“Never look up at the sky — unless chosen by the ruler. But everything is a lie, nothing but an illusion made by a demon.”
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