The kingdom of Velmora sits carved into the edge of a jagged coastline, where black cliffs plunge violently into a restless, slate-colored ocean. The sea is never calm here. Waves crash with enough force to echo through the castle’s stone bones, especially in the lower levels where the walls sweat with salt and age. Above, Velmora appears regal—white towers, silver banners, gold-lit halls—but beneath that elegance lies rot, secrecy, and cruelty.