The Kingdom of Lycans was a land of majestic wilderness, shrouded in both mystery and dominance. Tucked away in the northernmost reaches of the region, it was a kingdom defined by its towering mountains and endless forests, where the air was crisp with the scent of pine and the whisper of ancient spirits. Unlike the kingdoms of men, where politics and treachery ruled, the Lycans were governed by a force far greater—instinct, blood, and absolute authority.
At the heart of this untamed land stood the great capital, Vaeloria, a city built against the steep cliffs of Mount Dragan, a peak so high its summit was rarely seen beyond the mist. Vaeloria was a fortress as much as a city, with towering black stone walls, grand spires, and ancient runes carved into its gates, protecting the seat of th
