A hushed stillness fell upon the grand chambers and living quarters of the world's mightiest rulers as each leader received a personal crystal. As they gazed upon the glimmering shards, a familiar yet enigmatic presence emerged. A masked man, his black visage lined with streaks of crimson, stared back at them through the projection.
"Greetings, esteemed rulers of the world. I am ZeroVeil. It has been some time since I last reached out, but today, I extend an invitation to you all," his voice echoed, smooth yet commanding. "A festival shall be held in Thimoria, a place of learning and unity. This will be a gathering of minds and cultures, an opportunity to strengthen our bonds. Be it allied nation, giants, humans, evles, dwarfs, demons or beastkin, I wish to share this opportunity with all of you since I'm not bound to any ideology or any history as a person."
The image flickered, revealing a strange, unfamiliar object in his hands.