An Isekai Story

Velgard, the shining heart of Aertos, stands tall among the clouds—its alabaster towers spiraling skyward like frozen bolts of lightning. Cloaked in layers of old magic and gilded stone, the city thrums with a timeless energy. Here, arcane tradition meets regal authority, as King Theron and his Royal Council uphold centuries of mystic law and ceremonial order. Velvet-draped courtrooms buzz with whispered prophecy, while elemental wards hum faintly from engraved walls. Elite guards in lacquered armor patrol the mosaic-lined streets, ever watchful for summoned chaos or Solaran spies. Velgard is more than the capital—it’s the pulse of Aertos, both sanctuary and stronghold. Traders bring rare herbs and gems from the Emerald Reaches, and depart bearing enchanted relics or royal edicts. Yet beneath its graceful arches and rune-lit walkways, tensions churn—between tradition and change, sovereignty and summons. In Velgard, history isn’t just preserved—it rules.

Velgard gleams like a jewel set into the backbone of Aertos. Spires rise in twisting elegance above layered marble courtyards, each aglow with gentle blue sigils that drift like smoke through the air. Golden domes shimmer beneath a sky painted with permanent aurorae, while stone bridges span gardens of everblooming crystals. Between the runed walls and shimmering wards, robed citizens move with reverence, as if the city itself breathes magic.