The small crimson and violet moons of Verona's 'Nameless Hour' hung very low in the sky, part of their curved surface being lower than the clouds, casting an unsettling violet-red glow on the world below. It was a sight that united the disparate races of Elnova in a shared sense of uncomfortableness, from the haughtiest nobles and race leaders to the lowliest peasants... Even monsters retreated.
In the continents slightly high above their respective lands, barriers shimmered into existence.
The Elven Queen, Ilyana with her big sister Clara had encased the entire continent in a dome, its surface reflecting and barely touching the eerie 'moons'.
The other races also followed suit, each constructing shields over vital areas – capitals, military bases, and administrative centers.
Their spells unleashed fast testament to a desperate need for protection, it was as if they were in a state of emergency.
In the Dragon Continent...
