The world beneath Endspire is older than the city, older than oaths, older than memory. It speaks > in static, stone, and broken machinery — echoes of a war no one survived to recount.
Before Endspire, another civilization stood here. Its collapse left behind haunted ruins, unstable machines, and arcane wreckage — now buried beneath the city or absorbed into its infrastructure.
Endspire’s foundation platform was built atop:
Even today:
These ruins are often mistaken for natural formations or harmless civic irregularities — until they aren’t.
Legends speak of:
The war — if it can be called that — seems to have erased its own record.
Despite secrecy, the city’s magitech revolution owes much to:
Guilds hide these origins to maintain intellectual property and arcane control.