Dawn broke over the northern mountains, illuminating the peaks with pale hues of gold and lavender. Mist drifted lazily across the fields of Bloodstone, cloaking the valley in a veil of profound serenity.
Farmers had already commenced tending their crops as the distant, rhythmic ring of the blacksmith's hammer resonated through the crisp morning air. Life within the valley continued with a comforting regularity that had become the defining signature of the region.
Yet, far beyond these peaceful borders, another day began with significantly less tranquility. Deep within the stone cathedral, the Council gathered once more to deliberate.
The twelve Keepers stood around the circular chamber, where the fractured black stone map glowed faintly beneath their feet. The silver-eyed figure remained silent while another Keeper unfolded a sealed parchment with deliberate movements.
