The World Before…
Long ago, the realm of Lux Aeterna thrived—a tapestry of crystalline cities and starlit oceans, woven by the dreams of a thousand civilizations. Its heart, the Lumen Core, pulsed with the light of collective memory, binding realities into harmony. Warriors wielded Arcanum; scholars communed with cosmic whispers. It was an age of echoes, where every hope took form.
The Fracturing….
Then came the Sundering. A hunger from beyond the stars—a void called The Null—cracked the Lumen Core. Realities bled into one another; kingdoms dissolved into mist. Cities tore from their foundations, adrift in a sea of fractured time. Those who survived named this broken epoch "The Drift."
Eclipse City: The Last Nexus…
From the chaos rose Eclipse City, a beacon amidst collapsing worlds. Neon arteries pulse through its floating districts, where Final Fantasy's forgotten spires pierce skies stained with Kingdom Hearts' twilight. Here, refugees from fallen realms barter secrets in markets lit by phantom chandeliers. Reality flickers: one street leads to a desert citadel; the next, to a drowned cathedral.
The Null Phantoms…
But shadows stir in the Drift. Null Phantoms—scavengers of lost memories—feast on the unraveling light. They twist time into traps, turning hope into hollow echoes. The city's guardians, the Wardens, whisper of a prophecy: only a Spectra Sync, one who walks the edge of existence, can mend the fractures.
The Awakening…
And so, our tale begins with Kairo Vantaris.
He opens his eyes to rain-lashed steel, the sigil on his hand burning cold. No past. No name. Only the drift of the city's breath and the gold in his eyes—a mirror to the shattered core. Around him, the Null's whisper:
"We remember what you forgot."
In his chest, a power stirs—not light, not dark, but the spectrum between. The first memory surfaces: a key, a chain, and a city waiting to fall.
"In a world built on forgotten dreams, the last light flickers… not in the sky, but in the lost."