England, Thames Estuary.
Right beside London rose the tallest structure on Earth — an impossible tower, raised in record time through the direct assistance of the Varyn Magic Empire.
On its highest floor, where all of London lay sprawled far below, two mages, a man and a woman, sat together, deep in conversation.
"Do you really think," the man began lightly, a faint smile on his lips that didn't match his words, "that there's still a need for us to stay in this world? To endure the chaos for a hundred years or more, until it finally stabilizes?"
The woman huffed, and in her sharp gaze burned a wild, almost feverish light. "Her Highness, Lyria Solstice Arden's birth shook the world," she replied. "And even those entities whose names cannot be spoken aloud, only whispered in the dark places of the universe, have already moved, to take her in."
She paused, leaning forward slightly. "Do you understand what that means?"
