Leniad
In the Kingdom of Varell, magic was not a gift: it was a warning.
The dark forests whispered names, the lakes reflected shadows that belonged to no one, and the paths were marked by glimpses of impossible creatures.
For decades, legends spoke of Midnight Echoes: apparitions that imitated people, living shadows that sowed confusion, fear... and sometimes, death.
There were those who ignored them.
There were those who sought to destroy them.
And there were those who disappeared without a trace.