In the northern reaches of the continent lay Blackstone City. Mist clung to the spires rising above its weathered stone walls. In the central plaza, citizens knelt in prayer beside a clear spring flowing from a stone monument. To Lorelia, the city seemed remarkably peaceful. It sprawled like a resting behemoth, quietly consuming the resources and faith of the entire northern territory.
Wait... wasn't I fighting at The Bastion Wall?
How did I get back to Blackstone City?
Lorelia blinked in confusion. Despite her innocent appearance, a deep, guarded wariness flickered in her wide eyes.
She turned toward her spider lair. There was no mistake—this was Blackstone City, her home.
Master, did you bring me back?
