Thousands of kilometers away from the bungalow where Azaron Wargrave had just addressed his Knights, a landscape could be seen, hidden within the darkness despite the sun hanging high in the air. The contradiction was unsettling, light existed, yet it failed to illuminate. The land stretched outward with the sheer size of a city, buildings extending in countless directions as though it were a thriving territory filled with life, order, and movement.
But life, in its ordinary sense, did not exist here.
