Austin Paureen

Four days ago, far across the expanse of the Western Continent, lay the vast and formidable domain of the Vraxen Duchy.

Ruled with an iron grip and unquestioned wisdom by the ancient Veraxes Ducal House, the Vraxen Duchy commanded the entirety of the continent's Western region.

It was a realm where the atmosphere itself seemed saturated with spiritual essence—a land where magic thrived more vibrantly than anywhere else in the known world.

At the heart of this prosperous realm sat the capital:

The City of Gold.

As massive and awe-inspiring as the legendary City of Dragons, the Golden City was a masterpiece of architectural grandiosity.

Its towering white-stone walls were embedded with shimmering dust that caught the sun, casting a constant, radiant glow over its endless avenues, sprawling districts, and bustling plazas.

Dominating the city's sky were four colossal structures that pierced the clouds