It is said there was peace, once, in the beginning.

But only in the beginning.

That peace ended long ago, when the Erak’sai summoned Oblivion from the depths of the unknown, killed Vertras, and corrupted the afterlife.

For ten years the city of Meridian held against the siege of the Enemy. Ten long years of battle, yet it was only a speck compared to what came when it fell. Three thousand years after that collapse the Wars of Endowment still raged, with only the noble Rift to hold back calamity. Again and again the avatars of the Void came, slaughtering thousands, millions, enslaving planets, torturing souls. Finally, Etheri, the last Bladewielder, sacrificed herself to imprison that avatar.

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Peace. It is a fragile thing, but it reigns. For now — and only for now. In time Oblivion will return, and war with him.

And yet, in the highest room of the Tower of Foreseeing, known only by the True Eye itself, there is one last hope. The Endowed, they call it. A hero who will defeat the Void, reclaim the afterlife, end all suffering.

Such will be the salvation of Delti.

-The Tale of the Wars of Endowment