The Dragon Chase: A Tale of the Everburning City

In a world consumed by the deadly Gloam, humanity clings to existence within the Everburning City, sustained by the Bore's eternal flame. But now, the mists creep closer, and the chilling drum of war echoes beyond the last wall. As ancient fears resurface and forbidden innovations emerge, will the City endure, or will the encroaching darkness finally claim its flame? Unravel the secrets of a dying world and forge your destiny in a desperate fight for survival.

The Dragon Chase: A Tale of the Everburning City

In a world consumed by the deadly Gloam, humanity clings to existence within the Everburning City, sustained by the Bore's eternal flame. But now, the mists creep closer, and the chilling drum of war echoes beyond the last wall. As ancient fears resurface and forbidden innovations emerge, will the City endure, or will the encroaching darkness finally claim its flame? Unravel the secrets of a dying world and forge your destiny in a desperate fight for survival.

The Everburning City knew no true night, only the omnipresent glow of the Spire, a column of fire that reached for the heavens, a constant reminder of humanity’s defiance against the creeping Gloam. Lieutenant Amelian Rustov, her eyes scanning the second hand of her pocket watch, felt the familiar prickle of unease.

“Lieutenant Rustov?” Specialist Spendel Montessori’s voice was tentative, pulling her from her thoughts. The young man, dwarfed by the intricate machinery of the Communications Relay Station, looked worried. “Sergeant Valen is twenty-five minutes overdue, ma’am.”

Amelian’s gaze drifted back to her watch, though she didn’t truly see it. Sergeant Valen’s squad was relentlessly professional. For them to miss a report… it was deeply unsettling. She looked at Spendel, then back at her Coldstone-forged sword leaning against the wall, its unnatural chill a familiar comfort. The weight of command settled on her shoulders. Something was wrong.