The goddess Celestia floated in the void above the world. Her presence cast a soft, golden glow across the fading currents of mana, once so common they would weave through every inch of Aerthis.

What had once been a world of boundless energy and magic was now struggling against decline. Its lush landscapes dulled, its great cities crumbling under the slow decay of time. The air, brimming with power in ages past, now carried only faint traces of what used to be.

She had watched it happen - centuries of slow withering, the mana growing thinner with each passing age. The balance that used to sustain Aerthis had begun to unravel, and no force in the world had yet risen to mend it. Even she, divine as she was, could not simply restore what had been lost.

Something more was needed.