They are trapped as surely as the rest, bound by fate to a world unmade.
And though none remember how they came to fall, all know this truth:

Until the Immortal Lords are undone, Kysia shall never rise again.

Three lights fell with it —
The Lord of War, who seeks to impose meaning upon the endless slaughter.
The Lord of Chance, who walks and wonders, searching for beauty among the ruin.
And the Lord of Chaos, who still laughs — for even here, laughter can wound the dark.

No stars shine here without a cost. No victory is clean. The dead build, the living serve, and the Immortal Lords feed.

But when the Three Immortal Lords rose — the Vampire, the Lich, and the Daemon — even the gods turned their eyes away.
The land of Kysia was cast down, sealed beyond divine reach — a continent suspended between death and eternity.