On the continent of Arsen, along the southern coastline, a colossal cliff rose from the sea. Perched atop this precipice stood a magnificent kingdom, the territory of the fallen angels.
Lilith stood upon the ramparts, her gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of the ocean, its horizon merging seamlessly with the sky.
Four months had passed since her arrival on planet Astralon, and this was the first time she had witnessed a cloudy day on the Arsen continent. She had initially assumed that, like Eldoria, one continent perpetually basked in sunshine while the other remained shrouded in perpetual gloom.
Now it seemed that it was merely the influence of ordinary weather patterns.
Towering waves crashed relentlessly against the cliff face below, their thunderous roar a constant presence.
As time passed, the sky grew increasingly overcast, and a fierce wind whipped across the sea.
