Before there was Gravemire.
Before the Dark Root became a network.
Before the underworld knew the word "resurrection"…
There was Arven.
But no one ever knew who – or what – he really was.
Thirty Years Ago in Middle-earth, Astren City
In the records room of the oldest magical academy in Middle-earth, a human boy with no identity was brought in by the city guards.
He was found in the ruins of an ancient ritual, his body still alive, but all his magical credentials…empty.
No affinity.
No aura.
No shadow.
His name was simply written:
Arven.
Given, not found.
In one year, he mastered 12 magical languages.
In two years, he was able to cast unknown spells—spells not recorded in any official library.
In three years, he disappeared from the academy system.
And all who knew him…gone too.
Twenty Years Ago in the Underworld, Luron City
A new black market organization suddenly appeared.
It had no symbol. No name.
But it had a network. It had information.
