Far away from the Myriad World of Races, on the fringes of the Venia Galaxy, lay Nocturne Prime—the second main stronghold of the Eternal Nocturne Clan, a world forged from eternal night and ancient blood.
Nocturne Prime was a colossal planet, larger than most stars, its surface a tapestry of crimson oceans that glowed with trapped moonlight, vast continents of black crystal spires piercing blood-red skies where three crimson moons hung eternally.
The air was thick with the scent of iron and roses, mana so dense it manifested as perpetual mist that swirled in silent vortices.
Cities of gothic obsidian and living shadow stretched for thousands of kilometers, fortresses that breathed—walls pulsing with vampiric essence, towers crowned with blood-crystal domes that harvested lunar power. Vampiric beasts prowled the wilds, tamed or allied, while the clan's legions trained in arenas where night never ended.
