An Isekai Story

Once the crown jewel of Kavrix, Avelgrad was a city of architectural marvels and arcane brilliance—its sky-piercing spires and crystal-tiled avenues once bustled with trade, invention, and improbable magic. Now, it lies in eerie ruin. Tower husks jut like splintered bones across the ashen skyline, and the streets crawl with mutated vinework and creeping mist. Strange howls echo at dusk, carried on winds tainted by shattered spells. Locals dare not linger long—those who do often speak of spectral lights and voices that mimic the living. The cause of its downfall remains a mystery. Some blame the Obsidian Order’s thirst for control, others whisper of a gamble lost to the Infernal Syndicate, or a failed ritual buried by the Silent Chorus. But whatever truth hides in the dust, one fact remains: Avelgrad died in a single night. And nothing has lived quite right since.

Shattered towers twist skyward like broken spears, their rune-scarred bones silhouetted against a sepia-hazed sky. Crimson vines crawl through the rubble, glowing faintly in the dark. Once-gilded statues are half-melted, their faces warped in silent screams. Pools of stagnant, shimmer-touched water reflect ruined grandeur, while spectral light flickers between the shadows, as if the city still remembers what it was.