The City of Shattered Glass
The city of Veyra was built on the bones of a creature that never lived. Its spires, jagged and black, rose from the earth like the ribs of some colossal beast, their surfaces etched with runes that pulsed faintly in…
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The Last Light of Elyndor
The sky over Thistlebrook burned with a sickly amber, casting long shadows across the stone cottages and fields of withered rye. Kaela stood at the edge of the village, her calloused hands gripping the hilt of her dagger, though she…
The Last Light of Duskspire
The air in the library reeked of burnt parchment and iron. Lira’s boots scuffed the marble floor as she stepped deeper into the archives, her fingers brushing the spines of books that hummed faintly, like sleeping creatures. The shelves stretched…
The Last Ember of Aetheris
The sun hung low over the crumbled spires of Aetheris, casting long shadows through the skeletal remains of a city that had once pulsed with magic. Kael stood at the edge of the marketplace, his fingers brushing against the cracked…
The Weight of Silence
The air in Veylan hung thick with the scent of burnt sage and iron, a fragrance that clung to the skin like a second layer. Kaela moved through the market square, her boots crunching over gravel as she avoided the…
The Last Flame of Aetheris
The air tasted of iron and ash as Kael pressed his palm against the bark of the ancient oak, its leaves trembling despite the stillness. The forest had always whispered to him, but today the sound was a low, ragged…
The Last Light of Emberfall
The air in Emberfall reeked of burnt iron and ash, a scent as familiar to Elira as the pulse of her own heartbeat. She stood at the edge of the marketplace, her calloused fingers tightening around the hilt of her…
The Shattered Sky
The sky above Virelia was a bruise of gray, its clouds thick with the scent of rain that never fell. Kaela stood at the edge of the floating island, her boots crunching over gravel as she stared at the horizon.…
The Last Light of Evershade
The air in Evershade smelled of pine and iron, a sharp tang that clung to the back of Kaela’s throat as she knelt beside the broken stone. Her fingers traced the cracks in the relic’s surface, jagged lines etched by…
The Shattered Crown
The wind screamed through the skeletal trees as Kael pressed his palm against the cold bark of the ancient oak, its surface etched with symbols that pulsed faintly in the dim light. The air reeked of damp moss and something…
The Last Ember of Aetheria
The air reeked of smoke and iron as Lira crouched behind a jagged rock, her breath shallow, her fingers curled around the hilt of a dagger she hadn’t used in years. The village behind her was a smoldering ruin, its…
The Last Light of the Duskspire
The air stank of rust and damp stone as Kaela pressed her palm against the crumbling tower wall, her fingertips tracing the jagged scar where the ancient sigil had been chiseled out. The forest around her whispered, leaves brushing against…
The Shrouded City
The air in Veyrith stank of iron and decay, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Lira’s throat. She pulled her cloak tighter, fingers brushing the cold steel of the dagger at her hip. The city’s spires loomed…
The Last Ember of Solara
The air reeked of ash and iron as Kael plunged his dagger into the creature’s throat. Blood sprayed across his gauntlets, hot and sticky, mingling with the sweat clinging to his skin. The beast convulsed, its skeletal frame shuddering against…
The Shattered Crown
The air reeked of iron and ash as Kael dragged his blade from the mud, its edge chipped from the clash. The battlefield sprawled behind him—skeletal trees, half-buried wagons, the shattered remains of a dozen banners. He wiped blood from…