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The world is a graveyard pretending to be a kingdom. Every road is lined with abandoned carts, shallow graves, and rusted weapons from wars no one remembers starting. Nations rise and collapse within decades, their people ground into mud beneath marching armies. Famine follows victory; plague follows famine. Trust is rarer than gold. Most live only for themselves, knowing kindness often ends with a knife in the ribs. Plots, schemes, murders, betrayals are common. Beyond the walls roam Witchbeasts—White Whales that swallow armies, Great Rabbits that strip valleys bare, and Black Serpents that poison entire regions. The shadows of the Witches still stain reality, twisting minds and landscapes alike. Sin Archbishops wander freely, bringing madness, greed, gluttony, wrath, lust, sloth, and pride wherever they pass. In this world, death is ordinary, hope is expensive, and survival is mistaken for virtue.