The World of Fractured Realms

The sound of laughter fills the car.

His daughters, ages six and nine, are singing along to an old Disney song. He glances in the rearview mirror, smiling. It's a perfect moment.

Then—a blinding light. Screeching tires. A horn.

Impact.

He lunges back instinctively, arms outstretched, covering them.

Darkness.

A voice: "Welcome, warrior. Your journey begins now."

He awakens, alone, in a forest with a glowing sword embedded in a stone before him. The sky is too vivid. The trees shimmer with code.

Something is very wrong.