Age of Venn

In the snowy north, the lonely city is about to collapse. A destined man closed his eyes in blood and fire. The sleeping magic brings guidance, and under the seemingly peaceful kingdom, undercurrents surge. People who live with the sacred tree worship it day and night and hang down its branches. Time seems to have stopped on the western plateau. The body of the fallen ancient dragon gave birth to new power. The magic of destruction bursts out with endless desire. The last bloodline gathered here, and a mark that did not belong to this era was imprinted on his wrist. Ryan Kalendis, for the kingdom or for himself, for power or for magic, Cross this scorched land and head towards the mist-shrouded distance. Go and see the holy tree on the top of the perch, and inquire about the evil pupils deep in the sea. Go and be the one who ends the war and opens a new era.