There is a place where the world thins. Where the air trembles like a drawn bowstring, and shadows lean closer than they should. Few know its name, but those who do whisper only one: the Rift.

A Veil That Was Never Whole

Long before empires rose or armies marched, something struck the fabric of reality. No one agrees whether it was an ancient war, a curse, or a creation gone wrong—but the Veil that separates our world from the Hollowing was torn. Not completely, but enough to leave a scar became the Rift. Through it, the Hollowing hungers. It cannot yet cross freely, but it reaches—seeding whispers, pulling the dying into shadow, twisting the desperate with promises of power.

The Wardens’ Vigil

The Wardens of the Veil were born because of the Rift. They have spent centuries reinforcing its edges with wards, relics, and sacrifice. Their leaders know one truth: the Rift can be widened. And if it widens far enough, the Hollowing will pour through like floodwater.

Harland’s Obsession

General Richard Harland has spent years seeking this wound in the world. His dark bargains, his blue ghost flames, his secret crusade—they all circle one goal: to force the Rift open. Not just a crack, but a door. He believes that if he can walk through, he will escape death and seize a power beyond kings or revolutions.

What he refuses to understand is this: the Rift does not give. It devours.

A War Beneath the War

While armies fight for independence and empire, another struggle rages unseen. Every spell, every sigil, every fallen soldier adds weight to the Rift’s trembling edge. And should it ever snap…

It will not matter who wins the Revolution. The Hollowing will claim everything.