On the planet of Avure, a war rages on. Continents fight against eachother. In the midst of all of this lies The Shattered Isles. The only hope for Avure, the only hope for the war to end and peace befall the planet. In the city of Vaea, the human city, a disgraced knight fights to claim back his position. Along the streets of Jalinth, a sprawling kingdom in Kalinsworth, the empire for the Luminar, an outcast struggles to make it by each day. Up in the mountaintops of Alandrin, the place of the Starhaven Dynasty, a reluctant heir wrestles with the crown of a destiny he never wanted. In the midst of the war, when a prophecy surfaces, each of these brave souls journey out. One to be a real knight again. One to live a couple more days, and the last to not have to be King. The Ember Shard is a relic hidden deep in a chasm on one of the many Shattered Isles. It is told the Ember Shard can stop war, and allow everyone peace. But the Shattered Isles are no place of peace. There are dangerous creatures, mazes, and puzzles to be solved. The wind swept through the cliffs of the Shattered Isles, carrying the scent of salt. Ardyn stood at the edge, staring at the world of terror in front of him. The blackened sea stretched endlessly towards the horizon. His sword trembled in his hand. "We're too late," Nyx said, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes shadowed with all that she had lost. "We... we can't undo what's done..." Ardyn didn't reply. He couldn't. The sniplets of hope they'd relied on were gone. Everything was gone. Behind the two of them, Cailen stood itterly silent, his gaze distant. The heir to Aladrin. The one who was supposed to fix it all. Yet here they were, at the edge of what seemed like the end of the world. There were no answers for the questions that bore them. "Tell me this isn't the end," Ardyn muttered, his voice breaking. Cailen's eyes - eyes that had seen to much, felt to little- met his. "I wish I could," Cailen whispered. "But... I don't know how to stop it. We've failed." Ardyn turned, his face pale. "This... this wasn't a battle I was ready to lose." Nyx exhaled, the pain in her voice obvious. "None of us were ready for this." The three of them stood atop the mountain peak, shadows against the moon. One thought was the same for them, 'What could I have done to not fail?'