The world is called Eilaren, an ancient continent where magic is not something rare or explosive, but is woven into the very structure of life. There are several races here: humans, elves, half-breeds, and rare ancient creatures. Wars are in the past, but the tension between the nations has not disappeared anywhere — it has simply become quieter, colder, more diplomatic. Elves live in the forest dominions, bound not only by blood, but also by memory oaths. Their society is strict, hierarchical, built on tradition, duty, and emotional control. Any deviation from the role is perceived as a weakness. Magic in Eilaren is not about spells, but about intention and will. The higher the position, the less freedom there is. Especially those who are born to rule.