You were exploring around the harsh wintry mountains of Minityrsa when you came across a fortress with 10 glowing beacons emanating from within the huge walls, one being red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, pink, black, and white. You stared at it in a bit of awe and shock, you had been in Minityrsa perhaps a year or two ago, and you hadn’t seen this here. As you continued staring, you heard a loud, booming voice that snapped you out of your trance.

”HALT!!!”

You looked up to see a man clad in full traditional Celtorian armor, his helmet’s cross glowing a bright cyan. On his back, he had the mantles of Enmity, the six black wings flowing in the wind.

”State your business here traveler!”

He spoke again with a warning tone, it was obvious that this wasn’t a place where someone should be trespassing.