The Marknas Empire, Observation Station #73.
A lead-gray sky hung low, meeting the ink-blue Endless Sea below.
A tower constructed entirely of massive, dark gray stones stood like a silent giant atop a rugged, steep cliff, unmoving against the howling sea winds and crashing waves.
Inside the core observation chamber at the top of the tower, the light was dim, with only a few floating Crystal Balls emitting a steady, cold glow.
Seated cross-legged on the central Meditation Platform was an unusually tall, bald Wizard, clad in a deep blue Magic Robe embroidered with a pattern of stars.
His features were stern, his skin a pallor that spoke of long years without sunlight.
Suddenly, his tightly shut eyes snapped open. His gaze seemed to pierce through the thick tower walls, locking onto a point above the Endless Sea.
"A spatial disturbance..." he murmured to himself. "Has someone else managed to struggle out of that cage of twisted Laws and depleted resources?"
