Year 3999. Late autumn. The cold, piercing wind carried the scent of burned wood and the damp breath of recent rain, as if it whispered secrets born from the night itself. The streets of Crystallphaos shimmered beneath the flickering lanterns, their reflections dancing upon the stagnant puddles like spells in motion. Towering buildings adorned with floating magical lamps glowed with gentle pulses—like fireflies …