It is said the world must move ever forward, but Brandon Kursh stands in opposition to that very flow. Once a king praised for his wisdom, he fell to ruin after trusting a deceitful fairy, losing all of his people in the aftermath. Yet before despair could consume him, the anguished cries of the dead pulled him back.
Bearing the miasma within him, he set out to find the vanished fairy. Then, strange things began to happen. Madness took those who saw him. Some declared themselves his followers and offered their lives as sacrifices. Even when Brandon turned them away, they discarded their bodies to follow him as souls.
Word of this "salvation through death" spread far, eventually reaching a sheriff on the outskirts of Delphia. It was there that Brandon met Raligon, and fate once more took a turn. Raligon sought peace for the phantoms through the power of the spirits, while Brandon fought to protect the souls of the people he had lost. When their powers clashed, they unexpectedly fused. Impossibly, as if they'd been one all along.
The phantoms turned to Raligon. The spirits, to Brandon. From that moment on, their journey became a shared one. Together, they set out to reclaim every lost soul, one by one.
But not even Brandon could stop the Second War of the Tyrants from happening. Though he saved many from the frontlines, he failed to save the only one who truly understood him. As the phantoms and spirits wept around him, he stood firm. The fairy's curse—or perhaps their gift—still remained.
A king without a kingdom. A prophet without followers . A hero without his comrade. And yet, Brandon endures. Someday, even he must descend from the throne. But for now, the stronghold of faith he built still holds. Brandon continues forward, toward the past, believing that nothing is truly over.
