A month had elapsed since the encounter between Ophelia and the five Ascendants, leaving a palpable change in the air of Pyrohaven, the bustling city from which Lyra and her companions had come. Despite the city's vibrant life and activity, an undercurrent of unease lingered, unnoticed by many but deeply felt by a few.
High above the city's lively streets, atop its tallest building, stood Alfred, Pyrohaven's most formidable presence and its only Tier 4 Ascendant. He was a figure of immense power and respect, known for his strength and wisdom. There, Alfred stood by a large window, gazing out over the expansive skyline.
His tall, imposing figure was silhouetted against the backdrop of the city he protected. His posture was stiff, almost statuesque, as he looked out with a pensive gaze. The set of his shoulders and the slight furrow of his brow conveyed a deep sense of contemplation and concern.