When the relic pierced your palm, the dead began to speak. You didn’t ask for this—no one did. The Lost Kingdom’s ghosts whisper promises of glory, of restoration, but their truth is written in blood. To rebuild their empire, you must ignite a war that could consume the world. Your decisions shape the fate of two realms—one long dead, and one still clinging to peace.

Your ship was no match for his fleet. Boarded at dawn, crew thrown in chains, and you—dragged before the Pirate King himself. He doesn’t want ransom. He wants *you*. Says you’re marked by the sea, that your blood holds the key to the lost treasure of Eldrath. Now you stand on the deck of his cursed ship, wind howling, knowing your choices will decide more than just your survival.