Divine Eagle New Calendar, October 14th, evening time.
Federation East Coast, Gast Island covered with bird droppings and rugged black rocks.
The last ray of dusk disappeared beneath the sea horizon. Suddenly, a profound transformation occurred in this area, which had barely maintained clear skies. Deep clouds formed out of nowhere, and thunder roared with lightning flashing across the sky.
Torrential rain and tsunami rushed towards this uninhabitable human island in an instant.
At the top level of a high tower built from piled-up stones, an eerie light flickered on.
The fierce wind swept through, blowing recent layers of dust and bird droppings out of the tower, revealing a pitch-dark council table around which the sounds of high-backed chairs dragging could be heard. A shadow slowly slid down from the wall, completely cloaked in black robes.
