The land of Iah did not sleep.

Under the twin gaze of Kirin and Bako, the Gemini moons that spun across the heavens like sentinel twins, the world pulsed with a cold, silver breath. The nights here stretched for weeks on end, long and spellbound, each moment steeped in lunar radiance. Trees of ...

The spirit lunged with an intensity that betrayed the silence that accompanied it; had he not seen for himself the movement of its feet, his head would have already fallen to the ragged earth beneath him. But his reflexes—honed by centuries of Usagi instinct, by the lunar grace of the Silver Hares ...

The silence that followed the Ashen One’s departure was a living thing, a heavy blanket smothering the faint, mournful song of the Stone. Sylver stood alone in the heart of the necropolis of steel, the rusted guillotine looming before him like a skeletal judge. The Astral Albatross pressed down, a ...

The Scene flushed once more, from the terror etched lands where the Sorrow Storm rampaged to a veritable wasteland where only a stubborn fauna managed to grow. Here , the only constant symbol that life once existed was the leagues of shattered weapons and brittle, decayed armors. The moment Sylver's ...

The journey had scoured the last vestiges of civilization from Balfaren’s boots and soul. The Ashen One, a figure whose silhouette seemed cut from twilight and smoke, led him far from the dust-choked alleys of Lu’ Jericho, deep into the Blasted Wastes. Here, the world felt thin, a threadbare ...

The shift was jarring, a dizzying lurch as the opulent illusion of the Manor frayed at the edges like old silk. Gossamer threads of gold and velvet stretched thin, tore, and dissolved, revealing the raw, earthen reality beneath: the Mud Top Ward . The air in the Under-Barrow was always thick with ...

The air in the penthouse vault room was thick with the scent of ozone and old money. It hung in the stillness, a silent testament to the staggering wealth of Lord Valerius, a man who collected impossibilities the way others collected stamps.

Ace, perched on a gilded chaise lounge that looked ...

"Hurry, we don't have much time."

A feminine voice whispered under the cover of Iah's elongated night—the sparkle of the stars and the piercing rays of moonlight flitter between the fauna surrounding the mansion . Though a parade of paws scrouged the ground, no sound was released from them, for ...

Character Details

Name: Balfaren, known by his family as "Sylver" and in the underworld as the "Warlock of the Night Parade."

Order: Elven

Tribe
In ages past, then, a humble species of Night Hares, simple nocturnal rabbits with fur the color of deep space, stumbled upon the hidden valley ...