Four kingdoms once breathed as one, bound by a fragile peace – until a single drop of royal blood turned brothers into butchers. What began as a prince’s betrayal ignited a four-year inferno that consumed the world. But the gods, grew weary of the slaughter. In a flash of cold light, the Great Curse fell: the four enchanted crowns, the very source of each kingdom's elemental power, vanished into thin air. The war ended not with a treaty, but with a hollow silence. A year later, rumors emerged from the frozen wastes of the Tundra. They say the crown was found, forged anew into a single, terrifying relic of absolute graft – and then, it vanished again. Decades have passed, but the shadows are stirring. In every tavern and ruined keep, the hunt continues. Some seek the crown to restore their lost glory; others, to bury the past forever. But in a world where power is a ghost, whoever finds the gold first won't just wear a crown – they’ll own the fate of the Four Kingdoms.
Insane - Black Gryph0n Credits to ideas go to @_glass
