Valthoria is a continent of old nations, ancient grudges, and carefully maintained lies.

For centuries, its seven civilized peoples have called themselves the inheritors of the world. Humans gamble with fate. Elves measure history in lifetimes. Dwarves carve memory into stone. Lizardmen guard the cycles of sun and moon. Viera listen to the dying forests. The Ashen keep watch over fire and demons. The Chitin hear warnings in scent and vibration.

Together, they built kingdoms, guilds, banks, treaties, temples, and towers high enough to pretend the dark beneath them was no longer dangerous.

But something is moving below.

Villages vanish. Forests recede. Deep roads close. Goblins gather under banners they should not understand, answering a call no one wants to name.

The great powers still argue over borders, debts, and pride.

The frontier has already started burning.