Far away from the wars of men, beyond the great oceans and shattered empires, there lay a land forgotten by most of the world.
A land where the sun rarely shone.
A land ruled not by kings or councils, but by strength alone.
This was the Dark Civilization.
They did not call themselves that, of course. To them, the word "dark" was not an insult—it was truth. The sun brought weakness. Light exposed what was better left hidden. They were born of night and forged in shadow, and they were proud of it.
Their world was harsh. Endless plains of volcanic ash, jagged mountains that pierced the clouds, rivers of black water that hissed with acid. But beneath that bleak surface lay a vast and ancient empire—an empire that covered one-tenth of the planet's surface. A thousand cities. Countless strongholds.
Demonic clans ruled this land. Hundreds of them.
