Before four points of starlight fell from Order's hands.
A little earlier.
An unexpected visitor arrived outside the abandoned mansion of the Crowley family, which had been deserted for over a hundred years.
He wore a heavy fur-collared cloak and a pale ghost face mask, resembling a ghost, weaving through the night and shadows, eventually stopping before the tall black iron gate outside the old mansion.
Clang-a-lang!
The visitor tugged at the bell on the gate. The sharp sound echoed within the iron gate, waking the Devil Grass sleeping on the wall and the three-headed dog dozing in the yard, and faint lights lit up deep within the mansion.
No inquiries, no secret codes.
The heavy iron gate creaked open slowly.
Behind the door was a dark world, deep within the mansion, some wizard towers of varying heights could be vaguely seen. Black buildings stood among them, with curved stone corridors connecting the towers and buildings, occasionally separated by low stone walls.
