In this dimension, there are places that do not come into existence by accident.

Nothing comes into existence by accident…

Everything has its purpose.
A code.
An ancient pattern.
Stored within every being.

The valley between Borek and Vřesník is one of them — a forgotten place among forests, where mist lingers above the mud of nothingness from early morning until noon.

These patterns, in such places, hold greater power than anywhere else.
Old paths cross here with something that no longer exists on any map.
Those who came here first, in ancient times, performed hidden and arcane rites.

The locals know that this place is different.
The skin of the earth is thinner here than elsewhere.

VOID — the emptiness of darkness with beings long gone, yet once inhabiting this world.
A realm of silent suffering, solitude, and the unceasing echo of souls.
The realm of the VOID is fed by unwillingness…
unwillingness to want…
unwillingness to live…
the urge to create twisted into refusal to live.An evil that is a quiet whisper inside each of us.

So that this dark world may not gain control over ours, there are those who gift our world —
with artifacts, or with deeds greater than others.