Elysia

Danial sat on his bed, staring at the intricate design of his Jade ring. The soft glow of the moonlight filtered through the window, casting a gentle radiance over the room. His mind was filled with questions, swirling like a storm in his consciousness.

"Where are you, father?" he muttered softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "And what is going on with me?"

He turned the ring over in his hands, feeling its smooth surface against his fingertips. It had been his father's, a cherished memento that held a connection to a past he barely understood. Danial often found himself lost in thought, wondering about the mysteries that surrounded his family and his own destiny.

As he pondered, his thoughts gradually faded into the realm of sleep. His eyelids grew heavy, and his breathing slowed as he succumbed to the embrace of slumber.

Outside the newfound ruins of Cyrus West, two figures stood amidst the darkness of the night. Grandmaster Quintan stood beside a woman clad in golden armor. Her