In a dark cavern, something strange hung from the ceiling. It was wrapped in golden silk with occasional dark strings wrapped into it. Below it was an active mana circle, constantly fueled by mana from the surroundings. Four lamp posts illuminated this cocoon and beside them were four daemons, standing still like they were inanimate.
Footsteps echoed in the distance. Four fairies came into the vicinity of the cocoon, each holding something. One carried a huge black cauldron, the other carried a huge black vine, one carried a smaller pot and one held a sack. They arrived beside the mana circle and stopped.
All the four fairies were fairy dukes. Duke Riu and the dukes of the Sylphs, the dryads and the druids.
“How’s the progress, Duke Fayir?” Riu asks.
“It’s almost complete. Rushing
