Titanion Realm, the Northern Sea, Serpent Isle.
Night had fallen, blanketing the continent of Jynx in a deep silence.
But silence did not mean peace.
Beneath that quiet veil, in the deep jungle, on the crumbling walls of ancient cities, and in the unknown shadows of the night, the twin acts of slaughter and corruption played out relentlessly.
The warm, yellow light spilling from the Jynx lighthouse was a mirror of Lysinthia's heart: steady and resolute. She felt no confusion about her enemies or her future. The lighthouse was her anchor, its beam cutting through the darkness, illuminating her path.
"The moonlight in our realm has been incredibly strong lately, almost like it's celebrating something," Lycanor said, her voice a low murmur beside Lysinthia. They stood shoulder to shoulder at the topmost window of the lighthouse, gazing southeast.
