The Wards Are Failing. The Reckoning Has Begun.

The Covens have carved the known world into seven Dominions, each ruled from atop their Spire — gleaming, arcane citadels driven like fangs into the bones of the land. Their territories stretch vast and wild, stitched together like patchwork. Tethered, but never tamed.

The Spires were built to siphon raw magick from the ever-elusive seam between worlds — the Veil. And because of this, the creatures that once passed freely between realms are now trapped, bound, or hunted.

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Magick is everything: currency, trade, obsession — and the world’s most dangerous addiction.

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But deeper still, something older has stirred. Ancient. Forgotten. Unbound. It remembers — and what was done will not be left unbroken. And in the heart of it all stands a girl born with too much spark, no longer holding it back. A war simmers across Dominion lines — not declared, not spoken. But a name coils through the hush like blood in water...

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The Endless Tithe.