Year 1441. The harsh winter had just set apon the palace, Yet the ghost of the cold had never pierced the warm halls of the refuge, The walls of the castle remained unbroken by any sword or bond.

Syun stood directly next to the large doors that led into the headquarters, The place where every household met to know what their next move was for the entire kingdom. Syun was stone cold.. Even a wyvern’s gaze couldn’t move him.