The age of the Lycans began with a great war between gods and dragons.

Before the dawn of time, when gods walked the verdant lands of Morrian and dragons ruled the sky, the world knew a harmony precariously balanced between creation and destruction. During this time, the gods were locked in an eternal struggle with dragons, ancient creatures as old as the cosmos.

The dragons were determined to conquer Morrian to harness its immense magical energy. Legends spoke of the dragons” insatiable hunger for power, and Morrian was the key to unlocking their full potential. In subjugating the gods and claiming the land as their own, they could ascend to unprecedented power and dominance.

This left the gods with no choice but to defend their creation. They conceived a race of fierce and loyal beings—the Lycans—born of the stars themselves. Their strength was a gift from the gods, their resilience forged from the earth, and their grace bestowed by the night sky. Their first kings—the House of Wulric—were crowned under the Hunter’s Moon, which is the Full Blue Moon. A nexus of celestial power.

As guardians of peace, the Lycans had the monumental task of keeping Morrian and humans safe from the dragons. Their creation turned the tide of war. After what seemed like an endless battle, the dragons found themselves outnumbered, not outmatched.

The dragons vanished without a trace.

To bring unity and kinship among their creations, the gods blessed Lycans with the ability to bond with humans and grow the Empire of Morrian. The union resulted in the emergence of a novel lineage and a subaltern half-breed; the wolves. They possessed many of the abilities of their Lycan forefathers, but they also had human weaknesses and vulnerabilities.

As time passed, the harmony that once reigned began to fracture. Empowered by their victories, the Lycans wanted to conquer all of Morrian, looking down on humans and their half-kin.

It ignited a war as old as the stars, a war that stained the earth with the blood of wolves and Lycans, and humans too. The Lycans tried to subjugate the wolves, to bind them to their will and service. Wild, free, and fearless, they fought back despite the threat of death if they didn’t submit to the Lycan King.

As the shadow of submission crept over the wolves under a waning blue moon, his cry pierced the heavens. On the battlefield, Elliot Chav’re, the first Hunter Wolf and Alpha of unimaginable power, lay mortally wounded. With his last breath, he howled - a plea for salvation, for peace. That split second, in that moment, a spark of faith ignited in his chest, a single flame that lasted till the end.

Grieved by her children’s strife, Aworyn, goddess of the moon, intervened. From that bloodline, she raised the Hunter Wolves, a lineage unlike any before. They were the only wolves who could harness their dormant Lycan gene and fight the Lycans on an equal level. They had the strength of their ancestors, the speed to outrun them, and a venomous bite to kill them. Each decade, under the Hunter’s Moon, they rallied, a fierce and tenacious force against their predecessors” threat.

Symbolizing the moon’s will, Aworyn elevated the Chav’re line into the ultima, the supreme protectors that defended the Empire of Wolves.

As a result of this genesis, the Last Hunter Wolf prophecy was born. It predicted the arrival of the last Hunter Wolf, born of Chav’re blood, who would unite Morrian through a union. A promise whispered in the wind, carried by the rivers, and guarded by the forests-an end to the strife that once tore the Empire of Morrian asunder.

Everything must end the same way it started.

With the sacrifice of a Chav’re to end all wars.