“In your hand, you hold an Eye, an ancient device used by adventurers to connect to the Librarium and access a curated collection of on-chain stories from anywhere across the Realms.
This particular Eye, while forged thousands of years ago by Historians of the Order of Vitriol, has never been activated and thus bears no Greatness, no marks of time.
On the back, you notice the words “Onslaught” and “Form”, these Enchantments Lootbound to the Eye, but still lying dormant.
Like those who came before, you are on a quest for meaning, for purpose, for stories that explain the nature of your own adventure.
With the device in your palm, crackling with Dark, a vivid story materializes in yo...