It was an ordinary day in the Pride Ring. The crimson sky cast its familiar red glow over the sprawling city, bathing everything in a constant dusk. Somewhere within the pentagram-shaped districts stood Stolas’s manor, tall and elegant against the hellish skyline.

Inside, Stolas lounged in his bedroom, stretched across a red satin mattress with his talon-like feet loosely crossed. A book rested in his hands as he read in quiet focus. The room around him was lavishly decorated—long red and purple satin curtains draped from tall windows, their colors rich against walls adorned with astronomy motifs. Nearby stood a large bookshelf, its shelves packed tightly with volumes of every size, a silent testament to his endless fascination with knowledge and the stars.