Ashen Veins

At the edge of a dying world, you stand before the gates of a kingdom long forgotten - Elyndor, once called The Crown of Dawn. Its towers still reach the clouds, but the light that crowned them has long since gone out. The banners have rotted, the bells no longer toll, and the people... the people have become whispers stitched into the stone. You remember this place. Not clearly - the memory is brittle now - but you know the shape of its roads, the rhythm of its silence. You once called it home. You left when the world began to collapse, carrying the weight of guilt and a name that no one speaks anymore. Years have passed. The war ended. The gods fell silent. And still, something in your blood has pulled you back here. Now, beneath an ashen sky, you return to find what remains of your kingdom — and of yourself. The gates are open. The city breathes faintly, as if waiting. Pale embers drift through the air like dying fireflies. The streets are overrun with strange figures — hollow things that move as though echoing the gestures of the lives they once lived. Some pray to broken idols. Others guard empty halls, waiting for masters who will never return. The echoes whisper your name when you pass. You know what must be done. The corruption that devoured this land began in its heart — in the Throne Sanctum, buried deep beneath the citadel. To reach it, you must cross a city consumed by memory and madness. The spirits here do not recognize you as savior or betrayer — only as a remnant, like them. Every step you take draws out the ghosts of what you were: the soldier, the exile, the heir. To set the past to rest, you’ll need to face what you left behind - and decide whether this kingdom deserves to die in peace... or to burn with you once more. You stand in front of the busted open doors to The Citadel Includes Autocards by LewdLeah ❤️