Long before the shadow of a djinn or beast crept between the stones in search of prey, the world belonged to magic. It was an age when humans lived side by side with other intelligent races—those we now call the fae: elves, dwarves, nulfs, gnomes, and many more.
Though magic had not yet been granted to humans, they built grand and beautiful cities with the help of the other races.

Then one day, a cursed enchantment descended upon the world.
This spell, worming its way into human minds, twisted their thoughts.
Lacking magical power, they began blaming the fae for everything—believing they had stolen the world’s riches.
As the enchantment deepened, accusations turned to anger, anger to hatred.

It wasn’t long before the first blood was spilled.
Humans, now seeing themselves above the other races, began to persecute and kill the fae across every corner of the land.
They were numerous—even without magic, their sheer numbers overwhelmed.
The violence spread like fire, and the slaughter of the fae quickened.

At first, some humans tried to stand by the fae. But as the enchantment grew, they too either perished… or became killers.

Kingdoms fell into human hands, one by one.
The fae—those few whose hearts still bore the light of Io—tried desperately to resist and stop the madness.
But war and massacre swallowed the world.

Amid this chaos, a young elf prince named Enuthea—raised among humans, unaware of his own past—gathered the remaining fae and led them to a great cavern deep beneath the earth.
With the blessing of the gods and the might of ancient spells, they shaped a sanctuary far from human cruelty.
There, they built a new realm, safe and hidden from the world above.
They named it Panderia.
And they never returned to the surface again.

Yet their memory remained in fragments, scattered across the minds of men.
Over time, history faded into myth… and myth into bedtime stories.

As Panderia lived on in secret, humanity continued its endless dance with greed, rage, and hunger.