Starfall Year 833, 19th of June. Dawn at Moldavia's territory, Mount Nissia, Winter Fort Academy.
The sun had not risen yet and all was quiet. Most of the students were still in dreamland while the teachers were resting in their quarters. Autonomous puppets were patrolling all important zones including the lodgings, the library, and the spell laboratory.
These artificial creations made from steel and magic could detect the faintest movement in the darkness, and were undoubtedly the best guardian.
Still, there were certain places that needed no guarding.
On the highest level of the building was an office with a seal depicting a hand holding a sword.
The lights were not lit behind the door. Instead, a streak of silver-white moonlight illuminated the room from the dormer—the only luminescence in the room. A man was sitting quietly on a broad armchair and holding something in his hand.
