Afia

A short walk beyond Glimmerbrook’s edge lies the Sorcerer’s Ruin, the weathered remnants of the ancient mage’s long-forgotten tower. Little remains of the original structure aside from jagged stone foundations and scattered fragments of intricate carvings, but the land itself still hums with untamed magic. Floating shards of stone hover gently in the air, tracing slow, lazy orbits around the ruin. Strange pulses of light ripple through the ground, and plants growing here seem to take on faintly shimmering hues. Locals view the ruin with a mix of reverence and caution. Some claim the air here crackles with invisible power, while others whisper of strange occurrences—unexplained laughter on the wind, ghostly figures flickering in and out of sight, or travelers finding themselves momentarily lost despite clear paths. The village children dare each other to step into the ruin at night, hoping to glimpse the past or awaken some hidden spell.

A weathered site of jagged stone foundations and scattered fragments of intricate carvings, with floating shards of stone tracing slow orbits, under a sky painted with soft twilight hues.