As the sun's rays bathed Grey-Rock, its light stretched across thousands of kilometers to the distant kingdom—where towering spires crowned elegant manors and well-furnished roads ran through its heart. Carriages without wheels glided past those drawn by horses, moving with quiet efficiency.
Within the kingdom itself, a grand castle stood at its center, its polished walls gleaming under the sun. It was patrolled by heavily armored knights and radiated a quiet, oppressive aura.
Its towering spires pierced the sky, while the kingdom's banner—a great griffon with spear-like wings—flowed steadily in the wind.
A man stood within a spacious, well-furnished chamber, the details of the room speaking quietly of wealth and authority.
