The tome’s whispers surged in my mind, promising everything I sought—but warning me that the Void’s will also sought me. I saw the fear in my parents’ eyes. I was no longer their son. I was something else, something touched by darkness. A year passed in the quiet gnaw of whispers, the veined blackness crawling beneath my skin, the shadows bending unnaturally around me. Makuda had become a cage, its stone streets confining me.

The whispers at first seemed like the wind, playful and fleeting, until I realized they were calling to me. In the heart of Makuda, among its stone houses and mist-wreathed peaks, I discovered a hidden tome in a long-abandoned library, waiting as though it had been left just for me. The moment I opened it, shadows swirled and the air grew thick with ancient power.

In Osmoreth, the Loom of fate trembles. Once whole, the world now bears scars of war and the shadow of the void. From the fall of the Archborn to the rise of Zantek’s Abyssal Brotherhood, nations have shattered, ley lines fray, and whispers of the void echo in every corner. Nak Eraza, a young scholar of humble beginnings, stumbles upon truths never meant for mortal hands. What begins as the pursuit of knowledge draws him into a storm of betrayal, forbidden power, and ancient conflict. Bound to a black tome steeped in void-touched secrets, Nak must decide whether he will resist its call—or wield its power at the risk of his soul. Allies gather, enemies sharpen their blades, and the threads of destiny weave toward war once more. As Osmoreth balances on the edge of collapse, Nak’s choices will decide whether the Loom holds… or unravels forever.