In the pulsating heart of the Tower, the melody thrummed with a discordant note, a jarring dissonance amidst the symphony of realities. Anya, the keeper, honed in on the source, a vibration unlike any she'd encountered before. It wasn't a desperate plea, nor a call for a warrior. This melody spoke of injustice, of legal labyrinths twisted and weaponized.
The fragmented message emanated from a world bathed in an unsettling twilight, a society teetering on the precipice of social collapse. The melody spoke of a ruling class who wielded arcane law as a weapon, manipulating legalese to control every aspect of their citizen's lives. In this world, the scales of justice were hopelessly imbalanced, weighed down by the pronouncements of powerful mages who interpreted law with a cruel and distorted hand.
