Woo~ Woo~ Woo~ Woo~
The howling wind carried snow across Lake Heart Island, deep within the eerie Great Swamp shrouded in White Fog. In the island's northwest, Stonehenge stood on the flat ground beneath the cliff where the lighthouse was located.
Thirteen enormous, ancient Stone Pillars stood in the center of the clearing, with adjacent pillars connected overhead by massive curved stone blocks.
Miracle Element spread outward in every direction. Crackling orange bonfires burned in the center of Stonehenge and within each of the thirteen gaps between the massive Stone Pillars. The light from all fourteen bonfires was enough to illuminate the surrounding mist, but not enough to light up the lakeside lighthouse behind Stonehenge or the small dock beneath it.
The lighthouse was quite tall, at least twice as high as the one where old Mr. Edmund lived in Coldwater Port. No one knew what the original builders had been thinking. Firelight flickered amid the snowflakes, while shadows clung to the surfaces of the Stone Pillars carved with dense incantations. Time had left mottled marks upon those enormous stones. On this snowy winter night, the Stonehenge that had risen from underground seemed to have brought the breath of the Primordial Era into this age.
The flames were dazzlingly bright, and the fog could no longer pose an obstacle here. Beside the central bonfire of Stonehenge stood Legenes Presia, a knight of the Kassenric United Kingdom. Behind the southern kingdom's knight revolved a Brass Ring. He had closed his eyes as though resting, while the firelight caused his strangely long, narrow shadow to tremble constantly across the snow surface.
The Ring Arcanist from The All-Number-One Society whom Shade and Iluna had encountered at the entrance to the old noble estate had not lied. There truly were not many people left