Mid-May.
In the southern part of the South Continent, lies the massive country—the Cerryti Empire, with its capital city, Brilda.
No matter how warm and bright the city-states appear in this season, nobody notices that deep underground, a super-ancient city is slowly waking up.
With dark permission, one can traverse the long, dark road and reach the deepest part of the black palace.
Inside the palace, a figure walks, leaving rhythmic footsteps on the carpet.
He is dressed in a dark green scholar's robe, wearing a ceremonial hat, with neatly groomed hair and beard. He looks gentle and cultured, as if he had never experienced a battle.
The weak light from the lamp in his hand casts deep shadows on him and his surroundings.
He continued until he reached the black iron doors of the conference hall and pushed them open.
