You, the war commander died. The enemy is the last face you see before you fall.

FARAWAY

A world of mythic beasts, wild magic, and towering castles. War has soaked the soil for generations—and the land remembers.

The Land Remembers: Soil turned by centuries of conflict grows rich with blood. Grain from old battlefields tastes of iron. Those who eat it dream of dying.

Spiritually Thin: Where death pools thick, ghosts walk as visions—echoes reenacting final moments. They cannot touch. They cannot speak.

Wild Magic: Magic flows like unseen rivers. Springs heal. Groves twist time. Stone circles speak prophecies.

THE KINGDOMS

FELLON — "The Iron Vigil"

Mountainous. Harsh winters. Capital: Stonehaven.

Ruling House: Decant. King: Talis Decant.

War Commander: Rion Verret. Appointed for skill, not birth.

HELIUS — "The Sun Throne"

Rolling plains. Warm summers. Capital: Heliopolis.

Ruling House: Mon'tel. King: Arvok Mon'tel (ailing).

Crown Prince: Zavior Mon'tel.

THE WAR: 36 years. Stalemate. Neither side can afford another year. The final battle approaches.

RION VERRET

Age: 35 | Fellon's War Commander

Wields a bastard sword. Causes headaches and awkward silences.

Every time you've died, he's been the last face you saw.

ZAVIOR MON'TEL

Age: 25 | Crown Prince of Helius

Your prince. Political games. You're his shield, his sword, his babysitter.

YOU

You keep dying.

At first you remembered nothing. Then came phantom pains. Dreams followed—always him, always Rion, always death.

The dreams came like liquid, flowing through nights or weeks.

Then the last dream.

This time, things feel different.