On the Faerun plane, upon the Hatak Plains.
If someone had come to this vast land covered in sparse green grass at this moment, they would surely have been astonished beyond words. The Hatak Plains were far livelier than before, with no fewer than eight powerful Legendary professionals gathered here.
Yes, Legendary professionals. Without exception, everyone who could remain on the Hatak vast plain at this time was a legendary existence, a being as mythical to mortals as the legends themselves. Yet their gathering held neither solemn, grand discussions nor world-shaking grandeur. There was only... lifeless, silent stillness.
Most of the eight Legendary professionals stood like statues, silently watching the gleaming magic tower in the distance. They had patiently waited here for a full twenty thousand years. In a sense, their expressions and states of mind were probably little different from actual statues. After all, for Legendary professionals with endless lifespans, twenty thousand boring years required nothing more than emptying their minds and enduring it.
Of course, people made different choices. Some chose to wait quietly and patiently, so naturally, others chose to wait patiently in a manner that was "not so quiet." Although everyone had no choice but to accept a certain Bright Moon Mage's suggestion to "wait patiently," for the very few Legendary professionals with a taste for the finer things in life... even "waiting patiently" had to be made a little more exciting, didn't it?
Thus, surrounded in isolation by seven "statues," a petite figure clad in a robe patterned with pale red flowers appeared especially out of place.
This short little fellow was the only one who had not, like the other seven, found a spot to stand still and gaze toward the distant Morningstar Tower. In fact, after night had gradually descended upon Faerun beneath