My visions that night were cold and dark, taking me across the entirety of the southern continent. I saw countless fortresses and keeps, shrouded in the night's gloom, their courtyards and barracks glinting with the steel of mustering soldiers. Cold winds coursed through city alleys, bringing the chill of winter to the beggars shivering therin. On the walls of the cities and ports, mana cannons mounted towers, and skyships patrolled the snow-filled sky. Above all, across the world, the faint glow of the world barrier tinted the night, turning cloud, storm, and star a shimmering purple.
Human souls burned within the bitter night, bright and lively despite the shadows. From fortresses to farm villages, soldiers and ordinary humans alike sparked with warmth and light. Every city seemed alive, and every soul burned with hope. They spoke of the demons swarming over the northern continent, and of their strength and resolution to keep them from the south.
