Gamble to your Heart's Content

At the Gate of Dawnmere Village

The sun was barely peeking through the clouds, casting pale gold across the towering gate that stood like a guardian between worlds. It was massive—twice the height of a building, made from enchanted steelwood reinforced with glowing rune-seams, humming with faint magic. And hanging just beneath its looming arch…

Were four nets, thick and glowing, suspended from enchanted spears drilled deep into the ground.

Inside the shimmering traps, caught like trophies, hung Caelen, Reina, Veralia, and Ryan—each one motionless, swaying softly in the breeze.

"Veralia! Reina! Ryan!" Caelen's voice rang through the quiet. "Are you all alright?"

From her net, Veralia responded, her voice calm but annoyed. "Yes, my Lord. But this is very undignified."

Reina scoffed. "I'm fine. But whoever set this trap is going to regret it."