Chapter 1
Planis Dracoria
To tear the existing world order off its hinges and pursue unfathomable aims, Gorevath unleashed a devastating meteor shower aeons beyond reckoning ago. The falling rock shattered the Dragon Mother; her splintered essence seeped deep into the earth’s crust. Having emerged from the cracks of creation, the sinister adversary wiped out the original guardians and left behind a restless world.
Now fine cracks are burning in the aether. Through the lens of your phone – an artefact nobody recognises for what it is – a shadowy parallel realm becomes visible. Where familiar tram lines run, primeval monoliths rise into the sky. A terror that cannot quite be grasped is spreading: undead creatures and creeping bonebreakers roam the neighbourhoods. From unexplored depths, Gorevath pulls the strings. His followers raise rocky altar stones at crossroads, divert the released energy into hidden channels and drain the districts of their vitality.
A world in upheaval, full of uncertainty. And yet flora and fauna are not defenceless. Curiosity, concern and a protective spirit are awakening alike – and they have taken shape in the few who can see how it all connects.
You are one of the few who have awakened. Your purpose is clear: you protect your home from creeping decay and save civilisation from the looming downfall. You gather the scattered fragment shards to raise independent draconic offspring such as Indra. Together with one of the determined resistance guilds, you intercept the menacing manifestations, fight the hostile factions and forge new kinds of armour from the relics they leave behind. While Gorevath’s true motives remain shrouded in mysterious mist, you pull the borders of reality tight again. But what is it you are really up against?
