(Third Person POV)
The sun began to rise, slowly casting its golden rays across the horizon, bringing with it the beginning of a new day in this ever-changing world.
Year 2032, July 15, according to the global calendar.
In the Eastern Empire, in a small baronial city located in the south, the calm before the storm settled over the atmosphere.
In one of the hotel rooms with a classic style, furnished with simple furniture and warm colors, two individuals sat on a comfortable couch facing each other, each holding a tablet and staring intently at their respective screens.
"Alright, from the information we have, there are three cities where the White might be currently located."
Said a woman with long black hair cascading neatly down her back. She wore a white metallic mask that concealed her entire face, revealing only her sharp, focused eyes that radiated intensity and seriousness.
"Hmm, three cities..."
