The Lore of Aethyr

For a thousand years the Arcanum — the living current of all magic — flowed freely through the realm of Aethyr. It was shared by witch and warlord, by fae and seraph alike, a common inheritance that bound the radiant courts and the shadowed legions in an uneasy, ancient balance. Magic was abundant. Magic was free. And so, for a time, there was peace.

The Sundering

Then came the Sundering. In a single cataclysmic moment the Arcanum shattered, breaking into exactly thirty million shards of pure, crystallized power, and as it broke, so too did the realm. The courts of Light recoiled into their citadels of gold and dawn. The legions of the Dark poured from the rifts, hungry, and the great war for the shards began.

The war for the shards

Now the shards are scattered across a thousand battlefields. Sorcerers bind them into cards to be summoned in combat. Warlords spend them in blood. The Voidlords hoard them in the deep dark. Every shard commanded is a sliver of destiny.

"Whoever gathers the most shards will not merely win a duel. They will decide the fate of magic itself."

Two powers, one realm

• The Radiant — angels, astral sorcerers and luminous fae. Order, healing and devastating holy light.
• The Fallen — witches, warlords, wraiths, monsters and voidlords. Shadow, sacrifice and overwhelming dark power.

This is the battle for crypto supremacy, and every player who enters writes its next line. Will you fight for the Light, master the Dark — or forge a power the realm has never seen?