Velmora - A Nation of Secrets

Velmora. A country that seemed calm on the outside, with grand buildings, smooth cobbled streets, and lush green parks. But beneath its tranquil surface, tension simmered like a fire waiting to ignite.

To the left, the mighty kingdom of Raventhorn loomed, ever hungry for power. To the right, the shadowy land of Mordrath sat like a silent predator, watching, waiting. And to the south? The endless sea—vast, unpredictable, and merciless.

The capital of Velmora, Aersgale, was alive as the sun lazily set, casting an orange hue across the skyline. Laughter echoed through the streets, merchants hawked their wares, and life went on—blissfully unaware of the storm creeping closer.

Kael Rogathrone – The Lost Heir

In a dimly lit apartment overlooking the city, Kael Rogathrone lounged on his balcony, fingers lazily scrolling through his phone. His eyes were dull, detached, reflecting the weight of boredom and an underlying loneliness.

A message popped up from Lukas:

"Yo, Kael, gonna actually open a book for once? Or just keep being a slacker?"

Kael smirked, typing back: "How about you try not getting lost while walking, Lukas?"

He tossed his phone aside and stared into the distance, feeling like a ghost drifting through a world that barely noticed him. His life was ordinary—until now.

The Mysterious Visitor

A chill swept over him. Turning around, Kael’s heart skipped a beat. A man in a black suit, with dark shades concealing his eyes, stood in the doorway like a shadow come to life.

"Kael Rogathrone," the stranger said, voice low and cold. "You’ve been selected."

Kael blinked, his pulse quickening. "What the hell are you talking about?" His voice cracked between disbelief and fear.

"You’ve been chosen for the Sovereign Council of Velmora."

Kael stood up, fists clenched. "Is this some joke? Who sent you?"

The man gave a ghost of a smirk. "You don’t need to ask. This isn’t a choice—it’s destiny."

Before Kael could react, the man vanished, leaving behind only the echo of his words—and the icy grip of fate tightening around Kael’s chest.

Lukas – The Jokester With a Hidden Side

Meanwhile, Lukas swung a wooden sword around like a clown in the park, earning chuckles from his friends.

"Dude, you're hopeless!" one of them joked.

"It’s called style, genius." Lukas twirled the sword—then froze.

The air grew heavy. The same black-suited man appeared, cutting through the laughter like a blade.

"You’ve been selected."

Lukas swallowed hard, his humor evaporating. "Uh, selected for what?"

The man’s silence was suffocating.

"Wait, is this for real?" Lukas stammered, but the man had already vanished, leaving behind only dread.

Yui – The Stoic Strategist

At a quiet café, Yui flipped through a book on military tactics, her expression cold and focused.

A shadow fell across her page.

"You’ve been selected."

Her heart skipped a beat, though her face remained composed. She looked up, eyes sharp. "Who are you?"

The man’s unreadable gaze met hers. "The Council awaits."

Before she could question him further, he vanished like smoke.

Yui gripped her book tighter. For the first time, uncertainty gnawed at her.

Rose – The Wild Card

Rose strutted down a quiet street, texting friends about an upcoming party.

Suddenly, her screen went black. A figure blocked her path.

"You’ve been selected."

"What the hell?" Rose stepped back, eyes narrowing. "Who even are you?"

The man’s smirk sent a chill down her spine.

"No time for questions. Prepare yourself."

And then—nothing. He was gone, and her reflection in a nearby window revealed the fear in her eyes.

The Beginning of Chaos

Each of them—Kael, Lukas, Yui, and Rose—stood frozen, haunted by the same chilling words.

The calm days of Velmora were over.

Their lives? Changed forever.

And the shadows were just beginning to move.