As the Void Echoes continued their merciless appearances, entire settlements were swallowed by the creeping darkness. Fear gripped the Commonwealth, but amidst the terror, a resistance emerged.

It was the Wolffolk—fierce and unyielding—who first took a stand. From the stronghold of Howlstead, the warrior Fenrir Wrymslayer rallied his kin, forging an elite force to combat the spreading corruption. They called themselves Voidbreakers—a name that would one day become synonymous with unwavering defiance.

Their mission was clear: to stand against the unfathomable horrors that threatened to consume evrything. Clad in steel and wielding weapons tempered in sacred rites, they vowed to hunt the Void wherever it surfaced, driving back the abyss with sheer will and martial prowess. In time, Fenrir himself would become an Idol, a living legend.

But beneath their noble cause, a darker truth festered. The Voidbreakers were Wolffolk alone. Fenrir and his council refused the aid from the other races, believing only their kind possessed the strength, the discipline, and the resilience to endure the horrors of the Void. They scoffed at the offers of help from Foxfolk sorcerers, Deerfolk diplomats, and even the hardened warriors of the Bearfolk. Prejudice ran deep, and their pride blinded them to the reality that the fight against the Void was one no single people could win alone.

What should have been a beacon of hope instead became a source of bitter division.
The Sevenfold Commonwealth, fragile in its infancy, now faced an internal war of ideology. The threat of the Void was undeniable—but if its greatest hunters could not overcome their own arrogance, then their blades would not be enough to save them.