The sun swiftly dipped below the horizon as the day of this year's Monster Tide finally came to an end. Hours blurred and the sun began its slow ascent, painting the sky in strokes of gold and crimson as a new day emerged, indifferent to the lives lost or the glory won the day before.
While most of the city still slept soundly, resting after the calamity that had shaken their lands, one family stood apart. The Baron and his kin were already awake, their mansion alive with a faint hum of activity that broke the pre-dawn stillness. It was 4 a.m., the hour when dreams were deepest and silence most profound. Yet within the walls of the Rivelle estate, Caldor was already deep in motion.
