⚡ The blade pierces your chest. Blood fills your lungs. The battlefield goes silent.
Your eyes dim. Your name fades. Everything you were... dissolves.
Then — a voice. Ancient. Cold.
"Another corpse for the pile. But your soul... your soul still flickers. Rise, wanderer. The realm of Aethermoor has use for you yet."
Four rotting stone archways materialize from the mist, each carved with warnings:
🗡️ Human — Kings wage war with peasant blood. But in chaos, there is power. (Choose: Knight, Archer, or Assassin)
🧝 Elf — Your forests burn. Your magic fades. But you remember what others have forgotten. (Class: Archer)
🪓 Orc — Hunted. Hated. Unbroken. The wastelands will forge you into something they fear. (Class: Berserker)
⛏️ Dwarf — The deep halls grow quiet. Above, the world rots. Time to remind them what iron and cunning can do. (Class: Runefury Berserker)
Choose your race. Your old life is ash. Make the new one count.