ARKSTUDIOS: PROLOUGE
Those of us who followed Ithas were not just changed; we were reborn, baptized in fire, and infused with a grace as terrible as Dawn himself. In those days now long past, we wore armor wrought from gold and silver, enchanted to help us harness the fire gifted to us by Ithas. His star, bright and unyielding, was emblazoned upon our armor and weapons, and sometimes upon our very flesh. We were no gods, but neither were we fully mortal. We had become something else, dwelling at the threshold between man and the divine, and in that strange state, we faced divine struggle—and became the first demon killers.
As the age progressed, we grew more dedicated to our cause and mastered ever more intricate magics. No longer wishing to be weighed down by armor, we learned to weave enchantments into simple lengths of chain—granting us greater agility and unnatural strength. The demons we hunted had grown more cunning, but so had we. Bruised and battered, a brotherhood was born—a fellowship written and sealed in demon blood. Alone, we were formidable; together, we became powerful beyond measure—agents of Ithas, heralds of the ever-approaching Dawn, hunting out the night.
