*Two and a half years later. Year 1948.*
The arid plateau of the continent Tenebris stretched as far as the eye could see. The ground was dry, cracked, marked by ancient traces of battles. Demonic mana pulsed irregularly in the air. Violent gusts swept through the area, raising dust and debris. This region of the continent was officially classified as a monster zone, where any human, elven, or demi-beast presence was supposed to be nonexistent. Yet, a massive structure stood perched atop a mountain.
A imposing black castle was solidly anchored in the rock.
Its walls were made of basaltic stone with an irregular surface, engraved with complex geometric symbols with eroded edges. Flames of a dark green color, of constant height, burned in metal supports fixed to the walls, without any trace of residual fuel.
