Somewhere in unknown forest...
Near border of Valdoria kingdom,
The forest was alive with whispers. Towering trunks blotted out much of the moonlight, their branches weaving a lattice of shifting shadows. In the middle of that thick, unknown wilderness at the edge of Valdoria kingsom near Solvanyr the kingdom of humans, a lone fire crackled. Sparks drifted upward, devoured by the dark canopy above.
Before the fire sat a man — lean and relaxed, his coat resting over a fallen log. A thin skewer of meat hissed over the flames, fat dripping into the coals.
His face was familiar, the kind that would draw a double take from anyone who knew Zane Creed. But his eyes told the difference: a pale, luminous violet, not the deep imperial purple of the original. This was not the teacher who walked Astralis Arcanum's halls, but the one who chose to live as an adventurer.
Zayne Creed.
