On the Elon continent, a castle clawed at the perpetual night sky. Had light existed, its architecture might have inspired awe. Gray stone towers, tall and imposing, pierced the darkness. Thick, sturdy walls were broken only by narrow, arched windows, their glass long shattered, leaving empty sockets staring blankly outwards. A withered garden, strangled by the absence of sunlight, clung to the castle walls, its once vibrant hues now a depressing monochrome. Once grand, it was now a vacant shell.
A figure landed with barely a whisper on the overgrown path leading to the castle gates. Even in the smothering darkness, she radiated power, a presence that seemed to push back the shadows themselves. Her dark hair, unbound, cascaded down her back, a stark contrast to the pale alabaster of her face. A sword was strapped across her back, its hilt catching the faint, ambient light. A sleek, deadly crossbow was clutched in her hand.
