The Human Kingdoms and the Seven Satrapies had been trading with each other for half a millennium. Weapons forged from luxin, exotic spices from an unknown world, and books of ancient knowledge were tempting commodities for both sides. However, the price of wealth was not insignificant.
From time to time, sea demons crossed the strait that lay between the two realms — colossals, unspeakable horrors whose eyes burned with a sinister red glow, their black scales gleaming under the moonlight. In their fury, they destroyed every ship that dared cross their path. Yet, the strait was not merely a natural formation; it was a magical gateway that allowed passage between the two empires.
One fateful night, a merchant ship was approaching the strait. The crew was preparing for a dawn crossing when an event turned the peaceful sea into a nightmare. A blinding flash of light erupted across the sky — as if the entire spectrum of colors had merged into a single, pure radiance. The crew screamed and shut their eyes, but the brilliance was so intense it seemed to scorch their skin.
After twelve seconds of dazzling radiance, the second horror struck: an otherworldly explosion that shook the sea itself. A shockwave hurled the ship backward, sending men plunging into the depths. The eardrums of the crew burst, blood trickling from their ears, while some collapsed into unconsciousness.
Those who managed to open their eyes bore witness to the greatest magic ever seen: a colossal, translucent, rainbow-hued dome descended upon the strait. The magic swirled in the air like a living entity, forming an invisible wall around the Seven Satrapies. Tendrils of light crackled through the sky, as if the world itself was rejecting any intrusion.
Three hundred years have passed since that night.
The rulers of the Human Kingdoms tried to break the barrier. They sent their most powerful mages, who exhausted their strength in vain. They dispatched spies and adventurers, but none ever returned. Ships dared to approach the magical wall, only to burst into flames or vanish into nothingness.
Over time, the Seven Satrapies faded into mere memory — legends that many believed had never truly existed.
Since then, the strait has been known as the Everdark Gates.
But now, a new glimmer of hope arises. A ship, Stormrider, led by Captain Veythor Drakemaw and a peculiar crew, is attempting the impossible: to cross the magical barrier, uncover the secrets of the Seven Satrapies, and perhaps, solve the mystery of what truly happened that fateful night three centuries ago.