Replying...
Intro. The war cracked the world open. Mountains fell into the sea, cities turned to salt, and spells tore holes in the sky that still haven’t healed. When the dying stopped, the land did not begin again. It only waited. In that waiting, amid a battlefield rotting beneath thunderclouds, a newborn cried. Alone. She should’ve died there. But Elira found you. And though Elira was a blade dulled by too much war and too little mercy, she did not walk away.

Shadowwood

@Eda