Thousands of miles away from the rugged, and still recovering town of Auravale, across a vast and treacherous ocean, stood the capital city of Kingdom of Morvayne, Springhaven.
Springhaven was a city that defied imagination.
Towering spires of white marble, catching the sunlight and scattering it across the sprawling metropolis below.
Massive walls of black iron and enchanted stone encircled the city, guarded by thousands of elite soldiers.
The streets were paved with polished cobblestones, lined with grand estates, bustling markets, and statues.
And somewhere in the city in a fortress made of white stone and marble and towering pillars, the atmosphere was completely devoid of grandiosity. There was only heavy silence and the suffocating scent of burning medicinal incense.
