From the mud and desolation of the primordial wasteland, a faint spark of a soul flickered to life, almost extinguished. After a century of tempering and sheer persistence, it became the White Bone Court, spanning the entire home planet. Every brick of bone bore the struggles and glory of the skeleton race.
They took broken bones as their foundation and unyielding soulfire as their fuel, forging a civilization of their own in the cracks of the void. They wielded scientific research as a blade and trial and error as their path, forcing their way through the prison of their home planet’s growth. From the ashes of countless failures, after centuries of desperate, all-or-nothing struggle, they finally carved open a phase gate leading to the endless myriad heavens, letting unknown light shine upon their silent planet.
To the skeleton race, without growth, their soulfire would eventually dim and fade. Without boundaries, their journey would never end. These were the iron laws of survival etched into their soul cores, and the light of faith that sustained them as they crossed one desperate divide after another.
