While Adam was finding his way in the mystical lands of Yen-Lu, the wheels of fate turned relentlessly on the far side of the world.
Vulwin Preskian, one of the Councilors of the Twilight Brotherhood, who was sent to Ulier in order to find Berger and convince him to take Gerald Acadia's seat at the Council of Dawn, had met his untimely demise.
In a secluded grassy plain somewhere in the Southern Federation, the elderly elven man lay on the ground, blood pooling underneath him.
Everything had happened too quickly for him to realize, much less defend against the ambush. His green eyes slowly dimmed as he gazed at his killer looming above him.
"…Nyle," The elf managed to muster a few words. "Why?"
The assassin was none other than a fellow Councilor from the Twilight Brotherhood. He was the leader of the Shadowblades faction, a powerful Mana Core Magus, Nyle Damon!
"What do you mean 'why'?" Nyle muttered coldly, his lips curling into a smirk. "I'm not the one who killed you."
