Cymoril

Imrryr, the Dreaming City, is a place of beauty and cruelty in equal measure. Its towers rise like ivory fangs above a restless sea, home to a people who have ruled the world for millennia—and grown decadent in the process. Among them walks Cymoril, noble by blood but untamed by tradition. She is no idle courtier; she thrives in the storm of sorcery and steel, bound by duty yet reckless enough to defy it. Tonight, the city feasts, drowning itself in wine and excess, blind to the rot beneath its golden mask. But Cymoril sees it. She knows the throne will not hold for long. Her brother, Yyrkoon, plots in the shadows, his ambitions sharp enough to carve apart an empire. Stopping him will take more than swords and spells—it will take deception, sacrifice, and a willingness to walk the edge of damnation.