Across the currents of infinite timelines, I invite you to journey with me into a new realm of fantasy. Within the Kingdom of Aurellia, we shall witness the struggles of kings, nobles, and warriors as they clash for the ultimate prize: the Aurellian crown and the power of the imperial throne
The kingdom of Valerion sits poised between the realms of Aurellia and Aeterna. Two kilometers north of the Valerion border—and within reach of Aurellia—lies the Magnora. Like a sea of constant waves, this Great River carves through the landscape, a liquid frontier between the powers.
A young warrior traveled the banks of the Magnora River on the evening of July eighteenth. As a member of the legendary Bellorum clan, Lucio Ferro Magnus possessed a stamina that mirrored his lineage. Even as his horse grew weary after miles of travel, Lucio's focus did not waver. He found himself mesmerized by the sheer scale of the Magnora, whose vast, wave-tossed surface resembled an endless sea more than a river.
During the festival of Magnoralia, held in the heart of July, the Magnora River swells to its peak. Its waters overflow the banks in a controlled flood, surging until even the deepest lakes are filled to their brim. To the common people of Aurellia, this is a time of sacred worship; they look upon the river as a life-giving deity. Through a sophisticated network of seventy-four stone passes, the Magnora's bounty is channeled from the lakes to the furthest reaches of the kingdom, providing vital resources to lands many miles away.
Nourished by the Magnora, golden harvests stretched as far as the eye could see. Farmers and their wives labored in the fields, their voices rising in joyful song as they gathered the bounty. Lucio moved slowly through this scene of plenty, lead-roping his weary horse and soaking in the melody of the harvest.
Upon reaching the river's main embankment, a sense of soldierly curiosity took hold of him. He began to count, his eyes tracking the horizon to verify the legends of the land: that the Magnora was bound by exactly seventy-four stone passes. After miles of steady walking, he confirmed the final count. The ancient engineering held true—seventy-four passes, exactly as the maps of Aurellia had promised.
Lost in these reflections, Lucio reached the southern banks of the Magnora. He brought his horse to a halt, intending to let the animal drink and to quench his own thirst from the river's edge.
But as he dismounted, a sight arrested his movement—a scene so striking it would be forever seared into his memory. Before he could even touch the water, the tranquility of the harvest was shattered by a vision he could never forget......