In a dimly lit study.
Towering, old wooden bookshelves took up nearly an entire wall, filled with stacks of ancient, thread-bound books.
Several yellowed parchment scrolls were scattered across the desk. They were covered in strange, scarlet characters forming unfamiliar syllables, exuding the faint scent of ink and blood.
SCRITCH... SCRATCH... SCRATCH...
Amid the faint scratching sounds, a gray-haired figure in a black robe was hunched over a desk, a quill clutched in his left hand, seemingly writing on a fresh sheet of parchment.
VWOOM!!
Suddenly, a hovercar zipped past the study window, leaving a wake of turbulent air.
The faint hum made the gray-haired figure frown slightly. He instinctively looked up at the sky outside.
Gray clouds, ever-present, shrouded the city.
The towering buildings all had curtain-like, floor-to-ceiling windows, which looked like a vast, blue-green ocean.
"Hm?"
