Domvoro

A land of frozen kingdoms and scorching deserts, where thaumaturges pay with their own bodies to heal the wounded, scavengers gather the nameless dead, and war has no heroes—only soldiers trying to make it home. In the south, King Gael receives reinforcements from Domvoro with contempt, unaware that the true strength comes hidden through the mountains. In the north, a baron keeps the streets clean while children disappear. Somewhere, a maddened thaumaturge lives in the forest, and her name can no longer be spoken aloud. Between battles of corpses flying over ramparts and nights of silence where only tea separates allies from enemies, men and women do what they must to survive. There is no chosen one. There is no prophecy. Only people.