High above the trees of Ryker’s Outer Sector, a raven perched on a thick branch of an ancient banyan tree. Its ink-black feathers absorbed the afternoon sun, providing absolute camouflage against the dense foliage.
The shadow raven's glowing red eyes were locked onto the market square below. From its vantage point, the magic construct recorded every single detail of the unfolding chaos.
Once the entire incident was captured, the black bird spread its heavy wings. Silently, it launched into the air, cutting through the cloud cover and flying north across jagged mountain ranges and toxic valleys.
The Dragon Fortress stood in grim grandeur atop the peak of an active volcano. The massive black-stone citadel was blanketed in a thick layer of grey ash and sulfurous haze. Inside the dark main
