Senriledeli City.
Fiona Russell walked down a street so filthy its original color was impossible to make out. From the taverns nearby came the occasional mention of Black Dragons, White Dragons, and Gold Dragons.
They were part of the latest craze, a game called "Legend of the Dragons."
"Legend of the Dragons" featured ten different kinds of dragons. Players built decks from the Cards they owned, commanded Heroes, directed Followers, cast spells, and battled friends or complete strangers.
What made it interesting was that once players had built their decks and begun a match, dazzling effects resembling Magic would appear.
Those effects looked almost identical to real Magic. The only differences were that they were slightly transparent and could not hurt anyone.
"Legend of the Dragons" had swept the entire continent as soon as it was released. Everyone played it, from kings and Nobility to commoners and slaves.
"The Goddess of Ice and Snow keeps developing more games. At this rate, Mr. Paper Doll really might surpass me."
After a wistful sigh, Fiona Russell clenched her small fists and cheered herself on. "You have to work hard too, Miss Fiona!"
She left the city and came to a manor. First, she knocked politely on its gate three times. Then she whispered a password, tore open a Scroll, and stepped through the gate of light it became.
The moment she crossed the threshold, the world changed color. Dusk had been falling at the manor, but beyond the gate of light, it was Noon.
Fiona Russell was not alarmed. This was a Demiplane belonging exclusively to the Secret Potion Symposium, and it housed the organization's headquarters.
While trying to gain control of the Healing Authority, she had developed many potions. Most had reached the world through the Secret Potion Symposium. Her name