NARRATOR

Beyond iron bars, powerful magic, seals, and chains—far past the Isle of the Selenias and the dark mist, beyond the storm clouds and spectral screams—an entire civilization had survived. One that was believed to be extinct.

Baltazar, the Regent of the Realm, was deep in a meeting with his advisors when the grand doors of the hall burst open, and one of the guards stumbled in, his face pale with panic.

"I hope what you have to say is a matter of life and death," he said coldly, his sharp brown eyes locking onto the trembling man.

"Y-Your Lordship… we’ve received all kinds of reports from the kingdom’s borders," the man stammered. "T-The…"

"Speak, damn it!"

"The boundary mist is receding!" the guard blurted out in one breath, sweat dripping down his face.

Baltazar immediately grasped the gravity of the situation.

He bolted from his chair, storming onto the balcony and shoving the heavy doors open.

His wise eyes scanned the sky—the thick, dark clouds that barely allowed any ligh