Val'Karas — Graveyard of Reason
The sky over Val'Karas never changed. It was stuck in a haunting twilight, smeared with shades of rust and deep violet. Thunder rolled across the heavens like a warning... but no lightning ever struck.
The land was dry and broken, riddled with glowing red cracks that pulsed like open veins—mana mixed with pain. Giant chains hung from the sky, some broken, others holding the bones of long-dead beasts with closed eyes, too old and forgotten to even remember their own names. Black spires stabbed through the ground like the spears of fallen gods, vibrating with corrupted divine energy.
A golden ripple in space opened with a low hum. A glowing portal emerged, and from it stepped Azreal, his long dark coat fluttering in the windless air. Floating beside him was a smaller figure, orb-like, with gentle blue runes circling its form.
Arian floated up and whispered, "My Lord... You shouldn't stay here too long. This place—it isn't natural. Not even for you."
