Somewhere within the continent of the night—Azor.
Within a sparsely lit room, four figures sat around a dark wooden round table with mystical and celestial engravings giving it a mysterious accent. Four similar chairs were placed around it; the only difference among them was their padding.
Damien, who sat in a chair with purple padding, looked at the three figures before him.
At the chair with black padding sat the black regent, Balad Rankin.
At the chair with ghostly white padding sat the phantom regent, Aurkin Sakhnor.
And lastly, at the chair with bright green padding sat the gale regent, Hermin Zesper.
All three of them had their eyes fixed on Damien as Balad questioned.
"What do you think of the words by the crimson moon?"
Damien shifted his gaze towards him and replied flatly.
"I don't remember when we started to consider the words of insects."
Aurkin's expression fell into a frown as he spoke.
