OxO with @yellowqueen
Valdosia was a massive city, a metropolis of culture and business. It was the home of the Monarchy, the location of the Floors of Governance, and the most fortified stronghold in the East.
And now it was dying.
The winter had come, and had brought with it refugees. Amongst those refugees were spies and assassins from the Western Kingdom, who had brought a weapon with them, a weapon so insidious, it had been outlawed for millennia.
They had poisoned the magic.
Valdosia had the modern comforts of technology and innovation, but some of those were powered by the magic users within its walls. The Elves, the Fay, and many of the other races had used their magic to make Valdosia what it was.
And now, using magic could be what killed it.
Magic users were dropping like flies. Even those, like the Humans, who had very limited magic, were in danger of being infected. It was a slow death, with no known cure, and already it was turning Valdosia into a deathscape.
At first, when the disease had become known, people had tried to flee the city. But the Monarchy had closed and locked the massive gates on the massive walls of the city, letting none in or out. They were trying to protect the rest of the kingdom, but in so doing, they trapped the living in an apocalyptic mess.
A massive city, on the order of thousands of square miles, slowly becoming an urban wasteland. Magic wasn't outlawed, but you used it at your own risk.
It was here that two souls would meet, and find some slight meaning in the chaos.