Welcome to the World of Arkanthys. The gods died, but the world did not heal. Their temples became ruins. Their servants became legends. Their wars became borders, bloodlines, laws, and debts no empire has ever truly paid. Arkanthys was built by those who survived divine catastrophe. God-killers raised empires from the ashes. Kingdoms buried old betrayals beneath treaties. Noble houses learned to dress greed in law. Forgotten orders kept watch in places sane people refused to name.
From the throne-haunted heart of Targon to the frozen reaches of Rimefang, from the deep halls of Khazural to the sinking island city of Bazaar, every realm still lives with the cost of what came before. The world is slowly dying, it just doesn't know it yet.