The Kingdom of Valtherion stood proud at the heart of the continent of Elderal, a world where magic was not merely a tool, but the very heartbeat of life itself. Yet not everyone could wield it. Magic only flowed in the blood of noble families, pure-blooded sorcerers, or those chosen by the will of Luminara—the great core of magic that hung in the skies of Valtherion like an eternal star, pulsing softly, safeguarding the balance of the world.
The people called Valtherion the "Kingdom of Eternal Light," and they saw their king not merely as a ruler, but as the balancer of fate itself. The inner walls of the city soared high, built of white stone veined with gold. Rooftops gleamed sky-blue in the day, and glowed faintly at night. Three great structures stood with unshakable dignity: Solareon Palace, the royal residence; the Arcanum, tower of the magical council; and Harmonia Pavilion, where the people faced their king.
