--[Watcher's Spire]--
Lurien gazed expressionlessly at the reports that had arrived. He resided at the highest point in the City of Tears, solely to watch over the city he loved.
With a grim air of seemingly inevitable failure, the Watcher read the report in his hands concerning a disappearance case.
The spread of the Infection had already given him enough headaches, and now a large-scale disappearance case had come along.
So many were involved that he had to handle it personally.
On top of that, he had just received a request for an audience from the Flame Capital's delegation.
For the first time in ages, the Watcher found himself swamped, with a fiery red envelope on his left and pale documents on his right.
There were no attendants in his room, only Lurien confronting the problems that troubled his King day and night.
More and more, Lurien believed that ordinary bugs could offer little help with what lay ahead.
Sighing, the Watcher set the documents aside for the moment and considered whether he needed to bring anything to the next Dreamers' meeting.
Ever since the Dreamers had been officially chosen, meetings had been held periodically in the Pale Court to keep refining the details.
Yes, when the King Lurien revered most had ordered him to sleep forever, he had accepted without hesitation, solely to protect the city he loved and the King he adored.
But whenever he thought of his future colleagues, a trace of unease inevitably flickered in the Watcher's single eye.
Teacher Monomon.
Though the scholar had accepted her duty, she still spent most of her time in her archives, tirelessly poring over old documents and tinkering with some unknown experiment.
Lurien had lost count of how many reports of unusual occurrences there he had received.
Beast Herrah