Aetheria Vaelora

Aetheria Vaelora
"The Sun is dead. And the shadows are hungry."
Five centuries ago, the world stopped breathing. When the Light Stone was shattered and stolen, the eclipse didn't just bring darkness-it brought them. The things that scream in the silence. The things that wear the faces of the people you've lost.
In the suffocating mists and frozen graveyards of a broken world, survival is a luxury. But deep within the silence, eight cursed powers are awakening-powers that feel more like a death sentence than a gift.
A gaze that steals life. A flame that eats the soul. Portals that open to places no mortal should ever see.
They are coming from the corners of the earth, drawn by a thread they cannot see. They don't know each other. They don't even know themselves. But the King of Shadows knows. He isn't just hiding the light; he is waiting for the eight hearts required to complete a ritual older than time itself.
In Aetheria Vaelora, the darkness doesn't just surround you.
It waits for you to blink.