THE ROYAL CREST OF SYVERIA shone like a bright yellow star on the highest steeple of the Ivory Castle. As the flag billowed high on the mighty tower, the gilded eye of the Eagle seemed to become alive as it peered down on the castle courts below.
The grounds of the Royal Court were silent. They had been so for a while, as it was about an hour until midnight. Up above, no stars danced in the sky. Only a full moon shone down in majesty, silvery auras brightening the halls of the Castle in ghostly halos.
With the great light of the moon, the Carrean sea transformed into a glittering mass of mirrored water. The four Seer Towers stood proud and mighty like fingers of a Titan sprouting out from the earth and reaching up for the dark sky.
