Flyers rained from the sky, spreading across the streets. Newspapers in every hand bore the same name in glaring headlines, and every phone screen buzzed with the breaking news. " The 7 Shadow Mystics " A single image dominated them all—our silhouettes soaring through the night sky, shrouded in mystery and power.
The kingdom of Latros was in chaos. The Latros port's massive architecture, lay crumbling in heaps of steel and stone across the port. The destruction was colossal, Fires burned dimly in the rubble, but even they seemed like faint burns compared to the things of the night before.
People crowded the streets, looking up to the skies with awe and unease. The stories had already begun spreading, whispered from person to person, growing more exaggerated with every retelling.
