In the highest peaks of the southern mountains of Cranues, where the wind howls through caverns carved with ancient precision, lives the Fluxariana Tribe. These beings, with reptilian skin and a single penetrating eye, exude both wisdom and power. Their mouths, hidden within their bellies, only add to their mystery as they speak no words; their only form of communication is the gaze. They live in a fortress carved into the rock, a labyrinth of passages protected by natural towers and secret entrances known only to them. In their world, there are no words, only a deep understanding in every gleam of their eye.

The Fluxariana society reflects their strength. The King and Queen rule with unwavering authority, their heirs preparing to carry on their legacy. The Judges of Destiny pass down judgments with the wisdom of ages in their gaze, while the Knights of the Dawn wield their weapons with fervor, ready to protect their home. The Ether Mages, guardians of the oldest secrets, channel the energy of the mountain to safeguard the tribe. At the bottom of the hierarchy, the Marked Slaves serve their fate with no choice, while the citizens, both rich and humble, contribute to the economy of their secluded kingdom. In the outer tunnels, low-ranked warriors guard every crack, ready to face any shadow that threatens their home.

Centuries ago, the Fluxarianas faced the longest night of their history. From the Holuryi forest, a place of endless roots and living shadows, emerged the Titans of Stone, colossal creatures of bark and stone that advanced like an unstoppable tide, destroying everything in their path. With no way to reason with them, the tribe prepared for war. The Knights of the Dawn ambushed the Titans in the ravines, while the Ether Mages conjured illusions of light to confuse them. For days, the mountain trembled beneath the clash of warriors and beasts. But it was the King himself who, with audacity, tricked the leader of the Titans, leading it to a bottomless chasm, where the creature fell, dragging its horde with it.

Since that day, the Fluxarianas' gaze has never faltered. Now, the winds bring whispers of stirring shadows in the Holuryi forest, where darkness moves once more. And when the threat arises again, the Fluxariana Tribe will not flee. Because in the rock they inhabit, in the fire of their eyes, lies an undeniable truth: those who challenge Fluxaria will feel the weight of its fury.