Velmire
Velmire… a name spoken in hush and horror. Here, the soil remembers every sin, and the air clings like a shroud. Once a sanctuary—now a womb for the wicked. Tread carefully, for in Velmire, even the silence watches.
Velmire… a name spoken in hush and horror. Here, the soil remembers every sin, and the air clings like a shroud. Once a sanctuary—now a womb for the wicked. Tread carefully, for in Velmire, even the silence watches.