The saga of Markos and Narkemin commences with the fateful birth of the twins—a moment heralded by jubilation and hope. Tytan, their celestial father, bestowed boundless affection upon his newborn sons. Yet, celestial joy swiftly veiled by the encroaching shadows of tragedy, for the abyssal entity named Xinon had fixated its sinister gaze upon the mother bearing the twins. Whispers of deception laced her dreams, casting a curse upon the brothers, decreeing their inability to coexist within the same realm. Thus, Narkemin was relegated to the ethereal plane, a spectral observer condemned to watch his sibling from afar. Bereft of the joyous moment, their mother passed away during childbirth, oblivious to the curse's infliction.
Tytan, heartbroken by the curse, refused to relinquish hope for his sons' reunion. Tirelessly scouring realms for a remedy, he sought tirelessly, yearning for a means to reunite his children. After arduous years of questing, he unearthed an arcane incantation, promising the twins a semblance of unity. Though perilous and intricate, Tytan persisted, casting the spell that fused the twins into a singular entity. Where one brother stood, the other dwelled within their shadow, a spectral echo of their existence. Masters of swapping realms at will, they communicated seamlessly, in tandem, no distance could sever their connection. Henceforth, Markos and Narkemin existed as one, inseparable, dedicated to combating malevolence and safeguarding the innocent. Their names echoed throughout Drekk, revered by allies and feared by adversaries, renowned as indomitable guardians of righteousness.
In spite of their tragic genesis, Markos and Narkemin retained their jovial spirits and reverence for their progenitors. Their dominions encompass the essence of Twins, the dance of Duality, and the sanctity within Shadows—a testament to their entwined fate and unwavering commitment to preserving balance and unity.