The Real Start of the War

In the depths of the Mystic Guild's headquarters, Alice found herself standing in a room known as Little Paradise. It was a place of enchantment and beauty, accessible only to a select few who held the highest reverence within the Guild. As she entered the chamber, a sense of tranquility washed over her, and she knew that she stood in the presence of something extraordinary.

Little Paradise was a sanctuary of sublime elegance. The air was imbued with a delicate fragrance of exotic flowers, their petals in vibrant hues, as if nature itself had come alive within the room. Soft, ethereal light bathed the space, emanating from shimmering crystals embedded in the walls, casting prismatic reflections that danced upon the polished marble floor.