The bitter wind howled relentlessly, darkening the sky outside the window, where rolling clouds mimicked an ocean in the midst of a storm, surging like the tides.
Enshrouded in black beast hides, Charlotte sat before the campfire, cradling a wooden cup brimming with hot water, listening as Halfdan introduced everything about this country.
This place was the northern part of the Mireya Continent, in a realm known as the Tower Country.
The rulers of this realm were beings revered as Apocalypse, possessing divinity-like beauty and power that transcended the mortal realm, arriving here from the distant Divine Grace Kingdom during the terrifying and chaotic era of the Fallen Gods.
In tales passed down by elders in the Northern Border, the Apocalypse were heralded as saviors who descended upon Mireya.
They vanquished the malevolent Old Gods, erected the Tower amidst the wilderness, enlightened civilization, and brought rebirth to the northern folk struggling amidst snow and wind.
