Stormfall – The Stoneward Asylum – High Spire
The wind that swept across the upper terraces of the Stoneward Asylum carried the smell of cold iron and old rain. It was the kind of wind that never quite left the lungs clean. The sun should be rising soon, but somehow, it seemed to be hesitating, as if the night and the four moons above did not want to let go of their hold over reality.
Lunareth, Vyrindel, Sylthera, and Zarathos. They all created a breathtaking display of silver, red, blue-green, and golden light that shone over the waking city of millions, and the sounds of the engine of civilization were surely rising all over the city, but the sounds did not reach the Stoneward Asylum, almost as if it was afraid of coming closer to this place, but the most likely reason was that the sound must be afraid of coming closer to… her.
