Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, several years have passed.
Misty Forest, Guardian Tower.
Morning.
The sun rises from beyond the mountains, and the morning light extends along the edges of the forest bit by bit, slowly illuminating this tranquil forest.
The thick fog has yet to dissipate, intertwining with dense moss at the tree roots, moistening every inch of the ground. Vines hang like green snakes, dangling from high places, seemingly stirring silently in the still air; spiderwebs adorned with dew glimmer weakly in the dim light, like suspended star points.
In the heart of the forest, the Wizard Tower stands tall and solitary. The tower is constructed from jet black stone, with sharp corners exuding a chilling presence that seems out of place amidst the surrounding ancient trees, yet encased by rugged vines as if quietly imprisoned by the forest.
