Three worlds.
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MOENAR · LAND OF THE MOENITES

The roads remember
those who cross them.

For generations, the Moenites built roads between the forests and stone cities of Moenar. They knew the roots that shine at night and the green veins beating beneath the mountains. They knew which places were best left alone.

Then a rift opened from Elaria, and an expedition from Veyra fell from the sky. The newcomers followed an old Moenite trail toward shelter. As they crossed its entrance, roots began to close behind them. Something glimmered inside the green gems. It did not look like a reflection.