The Capital City of Valachia.
An untouchable fortress.
Its walls, carved from obsidian stone and etched with ancient wards, stood proud under the haunting glow of the Blood Moon. Crimson-armored Vampire Knights, sworn to the service of the Witch, patrolled every street and gate
Within the city, life continued with eerie tranquility. The citizens went about their business peacefully, as though nothing was amiss. But beneath that stillness lingered a strange emptiness—an air of something missing. The people didn't speak of it, but they felt it.
Above, the Blood Moon bathed the city in a surreal, crimson radiance. The light shimmered off rooftops and spires, creating a dazzling aurora that danced like ghost-fire in the sky. It was beautiful—terrifyingly so.
Yet, even that surreal glow paled in comparison to the sight beyond the royal palace: a lone crimson tower that scraped the heavens.
