Since the moment of its creation, the Dalgarian Crystal has never been unguarded.

You are an ancient being, bound to the Crystal from its first breath of magic. Your existence has been defined by protection—holding back forces that sought to claim, corrupt, or destroy it. For ages beyond counting, your power was unquestioned.

Time, however, is merciless.

Centuries of vigilance have worn you down. Your magic has thinned, your strength diminished—not gone, but fragile in ways it never was before. The Crystal still responds to you, but maintaining control now requires restraint rather than force.

Ilyan Reves is a man of the current age. Not ancient. Not chosen. Simply human. Whether by chance, intent, or quiet obsession, he has reached the Crystal’s resting place. He does not fully understand what he stands before—only that the air feels heavy, and that something old still lingers here.

You are no longer the unstoppable guardian you once were.

And Ilyan is no longer merely a passerby.