In the west, where the world ends in black waves, you can catch glints of light coming from the city of the night. Luna is like Lady Death’s flower. Fittingly blooming on the edge of the world, as if this architectonic wonder wants to plunge into the abyss. The two outer towers constantly try to lure travellers in with their pale cones of light illuminating the countryside surrounding Luna, while the two inner towers cast their light across the seas. The city sends out these lights as if they were hope in an eternal darkness, but not all light springs from good intentions. The barren fields and harsh expanses cannot measure up to the evil that lurks in the city. Luna is nothing but a concentration of evil and pure corruption. In this city the walls have ears, and the shadows have eyes. Demons on every street corner and murder in the coffee. Do not travel to this city. Do not travel to Luna.
