Centuries Ago — The Veil Between Worlds
Long before the sun kissed the first dawn, there were two realms: Light and Midnight.
Bound by balance. Separated by fate.
The Lightborn were radiant and powerful, protectors of truth. The Nightwakers were born of shadow and silence, guardians of secrets and dreams. Neither side was good or evil ,only opposite. Equal.
Until desire tilted the scales.
A Lightborn priestess fell in love with a Nightwaker prince. Their bond, forged in stolen moments, broke the Veil between worlds. The magic they shared raw, primal, forbidden and unleashed something ancient. Something hungry.
The Wound of Worlds was torn open.
From it came the Hollowed creatures of rage and ruin. They fed on light, swallowed shadow, devoured all balance.
To seal the Wound, the priestess and prince gave everything. Their bond became the first Mark. A binding sigil that crossed realms, burned flesh, and tethered two souls as one.
A sacrifice. A curse. A prophecy.
"When the mark reawakens in the hour of midnight,
A healer will bleed,
A shadow will rise,
And the Veil shall tremble once more."
The mark vanished from all memory, until tonight.