Orbited by her siblings Anvaris and Iothil, the Sun and the Moon, Eretia is said to be the first planet ever sculpted by Creation and sleeps somewhere along the fringes of the Cradle.
Since the Lumin Age, when Iothil was sundered from the night sky and Eretia tumbled into a time of molten days and black, frozen nights, the steady pulse of Aether from the Verden has begun to stumble. Tensions between peoples have grown more taut with each passing generation, and something putrid and festering has begun to ooze from somewhere within the heat-beaten southern continent.
Myverian
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Lycan
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Humans
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Fauna
A realm deeply tied with Eretia, where the very heartbeat of Chaos thrums through the Aether of the realm and the Primal Heirs keep the cores of their essence. The birthplace of magic, where every creature born on Verden soil has blood and breath honeyed sweet with Aether.
The Aether of Eretia is drawn from the Chord that connects the planet with the realm. Without their connection, magic in the lands of Eretia would all but cease to exist. In other terms: if Eretia is the painting, the Verden is the palette.
Set after the final destructive pulse of Kos and the severence of the Verden from Eretia.