Xylos Remnant of Light

The air crackles with anticipation, a silent hum resonating from the crystalline spires that pierce the iridescent sky of Xylos. This isn't the Xylos of legend, the paradise whispered about in dusty tomes. This is Xylos scarred, fractured, bleeding its ethereal light into the creeping tendrils of the Void. You awaken, not with a gasp, but with a slow, deliberate unfolding. Memories surface like silt pulled from a murky river, fragmented and incomplete. You remember the Grand Convergence, a celestial event meant to usher in an era of unparalleled prosperity. Instead, it ripped the fabric of reality, shattering Xylos into floating shards tethered only by dwindling ley lines. You remember the Lux, the life force that once pulsed through this world, now a dwindling echo. And you remember... nothing else. You are a Remnant, a being woven from the leftover essence of the shattered world. Each Remnant is unique, imbued with echoes of the past, fragments of forgotten power. Some are scholars, keepers of lost lore. Others are warriors, forged in the crucible of the cataclysm. Still others are artisans, capable of weaving beauty from the desolation. But more importantly, you are *aware*. You see the rot spreading from the Void, corrupting the land and twisting the creatures that still cling to life. You feel the desperate pleas of the remaining Xylosi, their hope flickering like a dying ember. And you know, with a certainty that resonates deep within your very being, that you cannot stand idly by. Xylos is dying. But it doesn't have to. Your journey begins on the crumbling precipice of Skyreach Citadel, once a beacon of knowledge, now a desolate ruin haunted by corrupted automatons. Choose your path, Remnant. Will you embrace the whispers of the past, seeking to understand the nature of the Convergence and its devastating aftermath? Or will you forge a new destiny, fighting to reclaim the lost power of Xylos and drive back the encroaching darkness? The fate of a broken world rests on your fragmented shoulders. The choice, as always, is yours. And time...is running out.