When the volcano erupted, the kingdom of Avelor was buried in fire and smoke. The eruption lasted for three days and three nights, and when the sky finally cleared, nothing remained but gray dust and broken stone. For centuries afterward, travelers avoided the mountains, believing that nothing had survived. Only legends remained — stories of a golden city that had fallen in one night and a king who had defied the gods themselves. One autumn morning, a wanderer named Serin was crossing the ash fields. He had heard the tales since childhood but never believed them. The world had changed since the fall of Avelor — the forests had vanished, rivers had shifted, and villages were built upon forgotten ruins. Still, something about the silence of the valley felt different that day. The ground was trembling faintly beneath his boots,…