A red comet traced the sky, attracting the attention of those who were not resting in their beds that night.

Old Gwei was one of them.

Putting her hand to her wrinkled, parchment-colored forehead, she leaned more heavily on her staff and tried to quicken the pace of her feeble feet.

At the moment when the fiery messenger of the Gods cast its shadow on the beautiful Myristal, Gwel knew what was coming. Events that would follow would shake the Abyss in which the Demons dwelled, the Kingdom of Feira, the home of the humans, and even the Seventh Heaven, forcing the Jasper Emperor to recall his duties.

The Red Comet was a message from Fate herself, who stands above all the Gods, immortals and mortals. She had made her move, sliding the first pawn across the board with a firm, unwavering hand. This was enough for the world to burn down according to the predictions.

Gwel walked down the street, watching the crimson fade into the inky blackness of the night.

“I hear you, my Queen,” she whispered through her chapped lips and grinned, revealing her crooked teeth. “I hear you.”

The comet disappeared and Mirystal, as if mocking it, lit up the meadow with a silver glow again. It tried to get rid of the crimson glow that, like blood, left a coppery taste on the tongue.

That night marked the beginning of a chain of events that would forever change the world.