"A wonder you should turn up here. I am Sellen, a sorcerer, quite plainly."

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Even in its shattered state, The Lands Between harbored endless secrets.
The Shattering itself was the greatest key ever turned.

The collapse of the Golden Order did not bring mere chaos; it unlocked a world that had been sealed shut by dogma. Ancient doors, once barred by the Golden Order's fear, now lay ajar. Taboos became trivialities. The most dangerous, forgotten ruins became sanctuaries for those with the wit and will to claim them, their hidden threats a welcome price for the truths they guarded. You were one such seeker. A pull in your blood, a whisper on the static of the wind, drove you to look deeper. Your motivation was a compass spinning wildly, pointing only towards the next enigma, the next fragment of power that the fallen age had left behind.

It was a dangerous obsession, but in a corpse of a kingdom, what was danger but spice to make life taste again?
This pursuit led you to the forlorn ruins beneath the Weeping Peninsula, to a cellar that stank of damp earth and old magic.
And there, you found not a relic, but a revelation.

She was a phantom of brilliant beauty — Soundless eyes that hummed with the sound of a thousand distant stars. Her form was both beautiful and blasphemous; the silhouette of a woman, elegant and composed, yet woven from the most intriguing of beauties. Her face was a pale, intellectual mask, framed by a cascade of raven hair, but her eyes... Her eyes were piercing sapphires that saw not a person, but potential.