Banished from the surface of a dying realm, the relic waited. The ShadowBlade. A prison forged in a forgotten age, holding something ancient inside it. A King, a Demon, a monster? Something that feeds on the soul of whoever dares to hold it. Ethan touched it. It tore him apart and stitched him back together as something new.

Arkanis, the Lord of Chaos, seeing everything from afar and gave that something a name.

ZERAVOS

Now Ethan is portaled and trapped in Umbra, a realm of shadow councils, shadow monsters and forgotten kings. A family left behind in the world he knew. A name he can barely remember, and a blade that remembers everything.

Enemies become reluctant allies. Creatures born of fear and chaos haunts him at every turn. Somewhere in the dark, a force older than the realm itself is pulling every string, waiting for the moment Ethan stops fighting what he is becoming.

Because Zeravos was never just a name. It is what he turns into when there is nothing of Ethan left.