Many years ago, two forces competed for dominance over the world. One was that of magic; the ability to channel the arcane arts through one’s own body, and manifest power as great blasts of elemental energy, a might built upon that which flowed through the earth like a breath of life. The other was that of technology; Armies of industry, fronted by giant metal beasts, but fighting for a culture that had blossomed from luxury.
These two forces fought for independence, but out of the fighting came a new idea; cooperation. The melding of magic and technology. The ability to channel the arcane through entire cities, allowing for magical wonders never seen, or the ability to power great inventions, and allow a new culture to blossom, grander than that of two divided kingdoms.
But man could never truly live in peace, for war was the planet’s revenge; war allowed for all that had been taken from the ground to be returned to the ground. So, it seemed the planet itself waged war upon humanity.
Terrible beasts of dark magic or restless souls rose, always shifting form and consuming everything that dared to oppose them. These creatures were called ‘Shadows’, for in their wake they left nothing but darkness. For every soul they consumed, they grew stronger, feeding off the magical energies of life and growing larger and harder to defeat.
Humanity had few options, but with their newfound power, they sealed themselves off from the Shadows, and created a utopia of light. This new city was called Gleam, and in it, humanity prospered.
But where the shadows of the land had failed, the shadows of the heart rose. All kinds of terrible deeds, those only capable of man, transpired in this new utopia. Once again, humanity had to use their newfound power to protect its people.