Prologue

In a certain office, on a private island located in the North Atlantic Ocean, a Fae sat. He was reading a research report from a stack of research reports. It wasn't something that he necessarily need to do, as the head of the Research Guild, but unless he did this, a part of him would feel as if he was neglecting his duties.

He was all alone in the office, Manna-powered balls of light floated near him, its' illumination warding off the midnight darkness that enveloped room. A clock hanging on a wall, ticked away seconds, as he kept his eyes trained onto the report.

Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock…

"Hmm..."

In the silence he made a sound. His eyes were trained at a certain point in the written report. A man, found frozen in ice. And yet, there is no sign of him being dead, rather, he seemed very healthy. They hypothesized that this man isn't a man, but another being entirely.

His mind raced, could it be…

That possibility was entirely plausible. There had been signs when they first came to this world, but no concrete evidence. But now…

"This... will be interesting."