Twelve shards. One seal.
And three clans who want itA thousand years ago the heavens cracked, and the old masters sealed the sky with their own blood. Now the seal is breaking. Its twelve shards are falling across the land, and whoever gathers them will rule what lies above.
Noble Dragon
All clans are equal in power. Choose by the banner you want to fight under.
From nameless
to God.
Wanderer
Learn your clan's arts in the lowlands. Every drop matters, every skill book is a small fortune.
Master
Thirty-three master ranks. Elite sets, the sixth and seventh skills, your first pair of wings.
God
Break the mortal limit. Higher stat caps, the hardest bosses and the island drops.
Rebirth
Start the cycle again, stronger each time. Only a handful will ever reach the twelfth.
Every night, the land burns.
Old soul. New blade.
Wings, mounts and pets you earn
Drop them, upgrade them, trade them. Nothing powerful is handed out at the door.
A player economy
Books, elite gear and upgrade stones change hands between players, not NPC shops.
A rebuilt client
New engine, new interface, every loading screen repainted.
Refine and sockets
Push your gear past its limits, one risky stone at a time.
Bosses and islands
Mini-bosses roam the maps. The islands drop twice as much, and everyone knows it.
Ninety regions. None of them safe.
Names the server remembers.
The gate is open.
Install the launcher once. It keeps the game up to date by itself.