A world of fantasy...where mysterious gates that open only on each year, last day of the month - near the graves of the dead. It is said that when dusk turns to silver, the veil between the living and the unseen world trembles, and the Mieaza's step forth - a race that lives not on blood or light, but on the dark energy of sorrow, despair, and death, purifying it into peace. Once, they walked among humans, dwarves, and huawoos - healers of darkness, silent saviors of the night. But their light was made of shadow... and that shadow terrified the Elves.

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