More than a week ago, in the ruins of Leuca.
Ulrich kept his gaze on the map spread across the desk before him. It was an old map, one drawn before the North fractured into dozens of smaller countries.
Back then, it had been the largest continent and the harshest one. Strange, considering the North once still knew spring, summer, and autumn before the King died.
The funeral had been held in complete secrecy. None of the princes or princesses even knew where the King's corpse had been buried.
Only after modern technology emerged did certain things begin to make sense. Or at least, some of them did.
Satellite imagery revealed a single region in the North where storms never ceased, specifically on the continent of Leuca, around a small village called Amber.
The phenomenon was unnatural. An extratropical cyclone remained fixed above the area without dispersing even once.
