In the very heart of Paradise, where people once gathered for transportation before the sacred runes of old Tenaria, a massive stone platform began to thrum with power.
For months, it had remained dormant—silent, forgotten. But now, it pulsed with radiant golden light. Ancient symbols carved into its surface shimmered to life, casting complex shadows across the stone plaza.
And when the light faded, fifty knights stood where there had been none.
Their figures were wreathed in the auras of their force—each one now Emberframed. Transformed.
Clad in radiant armor forged from Elden Ore, they were titans among men. They mounted their colossal steeds, creatures bred for war, with chests like boulders and eyes that gleamed with sentient fury.
From the heads of the mounts sprouted blade-horns of enchanted gold, sharp enough to cleave steel and shimmering like sunlight through a broken prism.
But the awe of their arrival faded the instant their eyes beheld the land before them.
