Max Becerra
When the mist returns, so do the forgotten secrets.Before the first spell, before science learned to imitate magic, the world was a symphony in balance. Liria, jewel of the kingdoms, was not just a city, but a living pact between logic and the inexplicable.But every pact holds a hidden clause.And every spell has an echo.The mist has returned. No longer as a myth or an ancient warning, but as a tangible presence that devours forests, distorts creatures, and whispers truths no one wants to remember.When towers crack, when grimoires tremble, when even automatons tremble in their gears... then comes the call.
