There was a palace surrounded by a sea of black water. It existed in a world that had never been found by anyone other than those who owned it. Hell, this world had only ever received a handful of visitors over the entire course of its life.
But this palace had been built, and it was certainly still being used.
"Has everything gone according to plan?"
A man with grey hair filled with tufts of black and a beard of the same color scheme spoke to another man who was sitting and watching a piece of parchment on the table in front of him. Mysterious lines of illegible text appeared on its surface with every passing second.
"Everything did not go according to plan, but the plan was still a success. A rift was opened in Alfros."
"Very good."
The greying man smiled.
"Was there anything of note?"
His subordinate shook his head.
