Introducing the Council.
Valestorm...
Tendrils of smoke lazily drifted up into the night sky.
The world was dyed a pale silver by the splendid moonlight that poured out from the heavens.
The sands were still, and the wind was silent.
The air seemed to be hesitant to move, making it seem as though reality was stuck in a moment for eternity.
Of course, this was not the case.
The damage to Valestorm was obvious, but not irreparable. Far from it, even.
"It would take a few weeks to fix all the damages. However, with most of the 'forced laborers ' gone, perhaps it might take even longer." A man wearing a bulky, golden armor stood in front of the damaged gate to Valestorm, calmly observing the damage.
He was one of the only individuals in the entire Valestorm who didn't wear a long, flowing robe or gown. On his back was a silver kite shield with a purple crystal embedded in its center.