chapter sixty-eight; the blade of nyxoria

The Forgotten Vale was not always a realm of chaos and despair. Long ago, it was a place of unparalleled beauty and harmony, known simply as The Shimmering Vale. Nestled between towering mountains that kissed the skies, it was a land of eternal twilight, where the sun and moon shared the sky, bathing the valley in a soft, golden glow. Rivers of silver water flowed through fields of luminous flowers, and the air was filled with the gentle hum of magic, pure and untamed.