Forgotten Stories (special Edition S... — Enderal:

Below, the city of Ark bustled with people unaware that their lives were being weighed in a cosmic balance. You looked down at your hands, glowing faintly with the power of a world that shouldn't exist, and realized that in Enderal, the most dangerous thing wasn't the monsters in the Undercity—it was the hope that you could actually change the ending.

"I don't believe in destiny," Jespar continued, his trademark smirk failing to reach his eyes. "But if the world is going to end, I’d rather be standing next to someone who’s at least trying to pick the lock of the universe." Enderal: Forgotten Stories (Special Edition S...

He turned as you approached. The air in Enderal felt heavy, charged with the static of the Cleansing—the looming end that promised to turn every soul to light and ash. You carried the memory of the "High Ones" like a cold stone in your chest. Every victory felt like a frantic breath before drowning, yet here you were, still walking the path of the Shards of Order. Below, the city of Ark bustled with people

"The Prophet," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. "A savior with the weight of a cycle on their shoulders. Tell me, do you ever feel like we’re just echoes? Like we’ve played these parts a thousand times before in the dark?" "But if the world is going to end,

The Sun Temple of Ark stood silent, bathed in the amber glow of a dying afternoon. Jespar Dal’Varek leaned against the stone railing, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the sea met the sky.