dark fantasy · medieval setting · witch hunt · subtle magic · bounty hunters · grim atmosphere · hidden identity · survival · superstition · political intrigue
The camera pans over the grey, smoke-choked skyline of Valedorn, where church bells toll a dirge for the old world. Long before King Torren’s iron rule, witches walked openly, their magic woven into the land’s bloodlines. Now, that world is dying. The kingdom proclaims itself pure and orderly, yet its squares are stained with ash from execution pyres. But it was not fear that broke the witches—it was greed. The crown’s bounty has turned neighbors into betrayers, forcing the last survivors into shadows. Magic, once vibrant, now fades like the dying forests, leaving only subtle rituals and whispered spells in a cold, empty world where trust is deadlier than any curse.