Chains of the Past

The chains of the void bind the forgotten.
Disturb them, and the dawn of destruction follows.

The Phasmarith whisper warnings through fractured memory;
the Covenant silences them beneath stone and doctrine.
Not free—forgotten.

Raven fled that silence with flame still on her skin.
Kieran follows echoes only a Voidborn can hear.
Tamsin—and the living ship that claimed Kieran—anchor them to reality.

Together, they walk the edge of a trap set by someone they once trusted—
springing it may win a prize, but its price runs deeper than just a single soul.

Within the Nyxorae, lost things still sleep.
The Covenant tampers with what was meant to remain untouched.
Some chains were never meant to be broken.