Above the sky, a massive steamer sailed through the air, shrouded by a great umbrella of gray mist that eclipsed the sun entirely. On the deck, figures shifted, minuscule as ants in the foggy expanse.
"This is the freighter that leads to the Mist Instance, shuttling the chosen among various ghost cities," a familiar voice spoke from behind. Alexander turned, his face colored with surprise.
"Mr. Edward, aren't you tied up with pressing matters? Louis' succession ceremony is just a month away. How come you're here?"
The man who arrived was Edward, dressed impeccably in a tailcoat.
"I took a leave, of course! Don't worry about Louis. The succession ceremony has been postponed. The Endless Abyss City has sought reinforcements. If they gather, they'll attack our Dark Hell. Initiating the ceremony now would make many hesitant to support us. But most importantly,"
