Seven years after the end of the offensive and defensive battle in the Rocky Mountains of the United States.
In a room with a somewhat Gothic style, black rosemary bloomed while vines wound their way across the walls. The room seemed extremely old, carrying the weathered air of passing years. Its walls were made of natural mountain stone, uneven and rough, as though they had been carved directly from some mountainside. They appeared simple and unadorned, yet possessed a medieval charm. The various chilling paintings on the walls were all rendered in black and white, their chaotic abstract patterns resembling ashes after a fire, lending the entire room an even more eerie atmosphere.
Though in truth, it had merely been artificially aged with time magic and had not been built long ago.
The Harris family, the most powerful family in the Magical Empire, sat rather informally around a broad dining table. Dim candlelight cast their faces into shadow.
The Ioun Stones above the wizards' heads circled around their foreheads in midair along circular paths. The soft light emitted by the floating Ioun Stones made their faces appear hazy and mysterious, while dazzling arcs of electricity and abruptly flaring points of light occasionally burst around them, revealing the strength of their magic.
"Now we can't go shopping in Muggle malls together anymore, or we'll ruin their electronics." Seeing those blue arcs of electricity, Daisy, her hair all pinned up behind her head, pouted and complained. A comfortable life and her family's pampering had allowed her to retain the spoiled willfulness of her girlhood all these years.
With several crisp slaps, Owen brushed the static electricity off the newspaper in his hands. Leaning back in his chair, he had begun to put on weight, but the imposing aura cultivated by his long