SINCE THE DAYS OF NIHILA'S LEGEND as the Lord Unifier of the Continent. Since the days of the Rainbringer, since the days of the Golden One, and since the days when valor rang true in the bright halls of the Ivory Castle, the royal House had kept a single tradition.
That, being the famed occasion of the Royal Ball.
This singular event brought in more merchants than it did throughout the whole year. A great source of revenue to the thriving political empire of the South. One that the Overseers of State made sure not to dawdle.
It was near the end of the season and Syverians had harvested their ready fields, journeyed to the rowdy markets of Calipsos to exchange flour for gold and hay for silver. All in preparation for the moment the bells would toll.
