The upcoming days are so peaceful; Sienna-Rose is truly living her easy life in her estate. The estate has grown a lot with the newly acquired land. Azure Valley, once a cursed stretch of land where moonlight dared not linger, synonymous with dread.
For decades, its jagged rooftops pierced the sky like broken teeth, and the wind carried not songs, but sorrow. The villagers who remained did so out of desperation, not choice, haunted by whispers in the fog and silhouettes that roamed beyond candlelight.
Azure Valley was never meant for the meek. Located precariously between three lethal regions—the monster-infested Black Mines to the west, the gnarled and whispering Darkwood Forest to the south, and the jagged, howling mountain range to the north—Azure Valley was a gilded trap.
