Before the Karuun were feared, before hunters walked the Golden Sea draped in trophies and bone, there was Obari.
In an age of abundance, he taught his people to live alongside the creatures of the grasslands. But the world changed. The rains vanished. Rivers became dust. Hunger settled across the land, and the wisdom of one man slowly faded into memory.
As generations passed, survival became tradition, tradition became law, and law became identity.
Through tranquil narration, ancient drums, and the echoes of distant voices, this chapter reveals the forgotten origins of the Karuun and the events that shaped the people they would become.
Some stories are written in stone.
Others are carried by the wind.
The story does not end here.
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