
I — The Last Bastion
Veyrhold Citadel
A fortress of black stone and gold-roofed spires clinging to a cliff above the fog-sea. Its bells still ring for a king no one alive remembers crowning.

Chapter Five
From the last bastion to the throne beneath the world — four realms of a kingdom that refuses to end.

I — The Last Bastion
A fortress of black stone and gold-roofed spires clinging to a cliff above the fog-sea. Its bells still ring for a king no one alive remembers crowning.

II — The Long Forgetting
Endless dunes of gray ash where armies were buried mid-charge. The wind here is not wind — it is the names of every soldier who fell, still trying to be spoken.

III — The Drowned Vigil
A cathedral half-sunk into black water, candles still floating on the flood. Hollow saints kneel chained beneath the surface, and they have not stopped praying.

IV — The Heart of the Curse
Where the Liege Beneath waits, crowned in darkwater. No oath ends here. They only deepen, root themselves, and learn how to ache.