Long before the stars bore witness to peace, two kingdoms stood divided by blood, steel, and an ancient grudge older than memory. The northern kingdom of Velmara, fierce and unyielding, rose from ice-bound mountains where war was tradition and loyalty, law. To the south, the sun-drenched realm of Seravelle shimmered with gold, song, and cunning—its people no less dangerous, their blades veiled beh...

Do not cry for me, my love, for now I know no pain.

The cloaked one called my name, my love, and I answered with a smile.

Death took my hand, my love, and She is beautiful.

All these years of internal torment now silent, the shadow that once cast a darkness over my eyes now turns into light in an instant.

She takes me into Her embrace.

And I quieten.

My withering heart beats once, twice,...