It was night, and the sky held thousands of silver stars and a moon that cast its eyes on the lands below.
The lands also had their own stars. They were made of bright balls of red light that hung at intervals around the hundreds of tents that occupied the front of a castle.
The castle itself was old, but it was strong and durable, more like a fortress.
But there was something strange about the castle. Blood had been used to paint red leaves on the walls, and ropes that ended around human throats dangled from it like some kind of fruits.
Behind the castle spread a city that was three times the size of Kragthar, and inside the city, armies of two different colours were keeping things in check.
But deep inside the castle, two men of power were holding a meeting. "I never thought such a day would happen," Duke Lavi Ossuary of the Lnveil said. He was a thin, frail man with a mousy face, but his beady eyes were filled with intelligence.
