Bard Wendell didn't know where he had been taken—though it wasn't because he was blindfolded or transferred in a state of unconsciousness. In fact, the soldiers and officials responsible for escorting him didn't prohibit him from looking around the whole way. He couldn't make sense of his whereabouts or destination, simply because everything he saw on the way exceeded his recognition and imagination.
Such a prosperous and orderly city, a city with such unique style and vitality—he once thought that Rocky Ridges Town near the Plains of the Holy Spirits was already an astonishing large city. But now he realized why the warden kept saying that Rocky Ridges Town was just a rapidly developing frontier market, and the true prosperity of the southern borders was further south—
Cecil Castle, the miraculous city under the Dark Mountain Range, no wonder the Arcanist who lived with him suggested coming here for a visit after sobering up.
