Vault Of The Void -

Her reflection shattered into a thousand silver fragments, each one embedding itself in her skin like new stars. She felt no pain—only a strange, hollow clarity.

Until Kael, a locksmith’s daughter, arrived. She carried no sword, no grimoire. Only a set of tiny, delicate tools and a mind that saw emptiness not as a lack, but as a key. Vault of the Void

In the heart of the Obsidian Peaks, where the wind smelled of cold iron and forgotten oaths, there existed a door. No castle, no fortress surrounded it—just a seamless arch of black stone carved into the base of a mountain. Behind it lay the Vault of the Void. Her reflection shattered into a thousand silver fragments,