The Prince of Zorana

Far, far away in the infinite depths of the eternal universe, there existed a rich and prosperous galaxy, named Eyel, an illustrious name given by the assembly of the great wizards, and which meant in the ancient language - domain of the winged, for this galaxy was distinguished from all others by the beauty and power of this race.

The winged were a proud and talented people with destructive power, whose mother star, a planet as immense as it was fertile, bore the name Yzvalthes. A name chosen by its creator, a ruler cursed in body and mind, whose wings were broken by his own son as punishment for his sins. The latter, now emperor in his turn, poured all his magic on the once deserted lands of the planet to honor his father, and thus keep their history alive.

And so it was.

And over the centuries, Yzvalthes, as magical as ever but with a dazzling modernity, had become the center of Eyel, and in the heart of which the winged people themselves had built a high city that they gave to the imperial family as a home, and which has since been considered sacred by all.

But this empire, so great and omnipotent, arousing all the covetousness of the worlds, had as a rival a nation whose inhabitants were equally proud and tenacious, and renowned for their formidable mastery of the elements: it was the free kingdom of Aedor, ruled by the Koroth dynasty for eleven generations. These two great nations of Eyel had long opposed each other in all fields, whether economic, cultural or magical, and had always sought to reach the ultimate summit of power. And if the Yzvalthians kept a permanent lead over the Aedorians, the latter, unable to acknowledge their defeat and resign themselves to second place, accelerated their race, improving their abilities in the field of technology and spells.