At the same time… far away from the cold chills of the North.
On the western edge of the Solhaven Empire, nestled between gentle hills and quiet forests, stood a modest patch of land belonging to the Evans Baron family.
It was a humble territory, with little to boast about. No grand trade routes passed through it. No rare minerals lay buried beneath its soil. The villages were small, the people hardworking, and the taxes barely enough to sustain even a modest noble lifestyle.
The manor house itself was more of a large estate than a true noble's seat—stone walls, ivy-covered pillars, and a single tower that creaked whenever the wind grew too strong.
Yet despite its insignificance, the land was quiet. Peaceful. The kind of place forgotten by war, politics, and ambition.
Until now.
Inside the study of the Evans estate, lit only by the dying glow of a hearth, a man in his mind fortees sat hunched over a letter.
