It was another sunny day on Paradise Island.
Fields of wild, colorful flowers swayed in the breeze, drinking in the morning light. At the island's heart, the Great Tree stood like a silent sentinel, its colossal trunk gleaming with soft veins of gold beneath the sun.
Within the wooden hall nested in its roots, a group of figures was gathered. Crystal cups glimmered in their hands, with laughter and the soft clink of glass filling the air.
The room held some of the realm's most formidable beings. Besides Lady Erda, ruler of the Paradise Domain, the pale figure of Asher Winter, First Seat of the Drakaryx Clan, was present.
In the corner stood Vasticus, the onyx-skinned wanderer, and Ignovar stood near the food table eating like it was his last meal, his molten eyes half-hidden under his wild mane of red hair. Around them were four other seat-holders, and beyond those, several other individuals of matching might could be seen.
