Vera Mortis was a name both revered and feared across Virelia. It was not whispered lightly. Nor was it ever spoken without intent.
Among witches, power was the currency by which all things were measured—strength, influence, survival. But Vera's name carried something far more unsettling than mere power. It carried precision and control.
A reputation built not on chaos, like the infamous Ishara, but on something colder… far more deliberate.
She was not a storm that tore through the land without thought or restraint. She was the blade that chose exactly where to cut—and ensured the wound would never heal.
Though she was not as widely feared as the notorious Ishara—whose name had long become synonymous with devastation—Vera Mortis stood firmly within her own dominion of influence.
In certain circles, especially among those who understood the deeper intricacies of magic, her name inspired a quieter, more intimate and deeper kind of fear.
The kind born not from unpredictability—
