The first Era.
The Vampires were once noble, winged custodians of the Wheel not the blood‑driven immortals they later became. The Hylden, brilliant and defiant, rejected the Wheel entirely. Their refusal ignited the first great war a conflict so vast that even its echoes have eroded into myth.
It was in this age that the Pillars were conceived, the Circle established, and the Reaver forged a blade destined to shape the fate of all who touched it.
Now I stand alone in the ruins of the Pillars, the last of the Balance Guardians, the last hope for a world long abandoned by gods and men. The Wheel lies shattered. The future is unwritten. And Nosgoth awaits its reckoning.
The coin is still turning.
