Every living thing was born with a flame. With that flame, the being grows and can nurture itself in the light. When that flame dims, evils worse than death arrive and horrors ensue. Every now and then, a being gains a connection to the Hearth Forge, gaining the ability to change the world around them as they see fit. One day, humanity found out how to make one of those connections, resulting in centuries of prosperity. But at what cost? Now, the world seems to want to end. The Republic and Empire are flinching at each others' moves. The Syndicate is encroaching on Republican mines, and the Vwarin are gaining power and reputation. It's a melting pot for disaster,  and at the center of all this is, not Cersin. 

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