Arc Title: Shadows of Ruin – The Order of Tyrus
Prologue – Echoes Beneath the Light
The world was quiet.
Too quiet.
High above the capital, at the top of the Celestial Tower, Ray Stormbreak sat alone—legs crossed, eyes closed, aura pulsing like a second heartbeat.
The meditation chamber around him was ancient, its walls carved with runes from an age before recorded history. This was where the world's greatest heroes came to listen not with their ears—but with their souls.
Ray's breathing slowed.
And then… he felt it.
A tremor.
Not in the earth, nor in the wind—but in the very fabric of the planet's Primordial Aura.
It was like hearing a beautiful melody twist into something dissonant… something wrong. A pressure growing deep within the leylines of the world.
He opened his eyes, slowly.
"…So it begins."
Later that night, Ray summoned the highest-ranking heroes in absolute secrecy.
Inside a hidden chamber beneath the Heroic Council's main hall, the room filled with tension as Lorien Valtier, Diana Flamesoul, Elden Redfang, and other guild leaders gathered in silence.
Ray stood at the center, eyes heavy with grim clarity.
"What I'm about to tell you," he began, "must not leave this room."
He raised a hand, projecting a massive wave of light into the air—revealing a vision of the planet's aura grid. At first, it shimmered in perfect harmony. But then… a black fracture spread through the network like a disease.
"I sensed a foreign disturbance in the Primordial Aura. It's not natural. It's not elemental. It's cosmic."
A pause.
"It carries a signature that should no longer exist."
Lorien narrowed his eyes. "Whose?"
Ray turned, his voice cold and certain.
"Tyrus."
The room fell into stunned silence.
"That's impossible," Diana said. "Tyrus is gone"
Ray shook his head. "Something remains. Not his body. Not even his soul. But his will. A corrupted echo that's twisting the balance of the world. And it's growing."
He looked each of them in the eye.
"I'm calling this force the Order of Tyrus. It is not a person. It is a disease. A doctrine. A purpose without a face… but with a hunger that wants to consume everything."
"Then what do we do?" Elden asked, his tone heavy.
Ray spoke with unwavering resolve.
"We investigate. Quietly. Carefully. I'm assigning missions to each guild across key leyline points. If this thing is spreading, I want to know how. I want to know why."
Then his voice darkened.
"…And I want to know if Tyrus ever truly died."