ValdoraNyx
There are places that never forget.
They don't appear on maps, aren't mentioned in guides, and don't belong to the stories people like to tell.
These places are silent-but they listen. They watch, yet remain unseen. They remember... and they wait.
Valdora is one of them.
At first glance, it seems like an ordinary, drowsy European town-too old to be modern, too quiet to be alive.
Stone houses with faded facades, streets that disappear among vineyards and hills, fog that slips down the windows each morning, hiding every gaze like the veil of a long-forgotten spirit.
But Valdora is not just a town. It was a story not everyone was meant to hear.
Kai Morgan had long known the silence of this place.
A town that remembers every secret, every step, every fear.
For years, he had been running from a past that left scars deeper than the tattoos on his skin-from the Summoning, and everything that had shaped him as a child.
Valdora hadn't forgotten him. It never does.
Walking through the empty streets, he could feel the town breathing with him-the stones beneath his feet, the creak of old doors, the whisper of the wind through the deserted alleys-they all told the same story.
A story of power and loss, of pain that never fades.
Every shadow seemed alive, every echo of footsteps carried memories that weren't his, yet reminded him of everything he had left behind.
And as Kai paused beneath the shadow of the Church of the Wind, remembering all he had to abandon, he knew nothing could be denied.
The past and the present of Valdora danced together-and he stood at the heart of that dance.
Valdora never forgets.
Once it holds you, you are no longer just your own.