THE SECOND SEAL

The ruins of Valtorna lay far beyond the iron fences of Saint Hiller—hidden deep behind a mist-shrouded valley, absent from any map, as if the world itself had agreed to forget its existence. Eternal fog hung over that place, rolling like white waves that seemed to breathe. The guards at Saint Hiller often whispered that whoever wandered into Valtorna never returned with their sanity intact.

There were tales of students who came back laughing hysterically, their eyes vacant, babbling in strange tongues no one could recognize.

Once, Valtorna had been a grand monastery—a center for both spiritual and martial training for the Doravich clan. Its bells once rang through the valley, summoning warriors and priests to gather. But a civil war reduced it to rubble, leaving only ruins that whispered dark tales of the past.