Northwest of the island, far beyond the stone-lined roads and the budding hum of new life, nestled within the embrace of a dense, thriving forest, stood a massive estate—castle-like in scale and beauty. The building was quiet, wrapped in an aura of peace, its ivory stone walls glowing softly beneath the late morning sun. The only sounds that disturbed the stillness were the cries of seabirds, the rustling of trees, and the rhythmic crashing of waves against the nearby cliffs that framed the edge of the property.
It was a place untouched by the chaos of the world beyond. Serene. Sacred.
A narrow but well-kept stone path wound through the forest, stretching eastward for miles. It eventually met with the beginnings of a town—a blooming settlement with scaffolding and rooftops rising in every direction. It was still young, but each day it grew, houses and markets forming alongside the people who had chosen to settle here.
