Capital of Cyart Kingdom.
Nasir City.
At dusk, the setting sun painted the sky a splendid gold and red. The entire city was enveloped in a layer of gentle radiance, as sunlight, like fine silk, pierced through thin clouds, gently falling onto the shimmering surface of the water. The sea breeze, carrying a hint of saltiness, gently brushed past the ancient, solid stone pillars by the dock.
Adorned with intricate carvings and bearing the flag of the Cyart Kingdom, a steamship slowly approached the harbor. Guided by ropes, it firmly docked at the pier. A young man, dressed in neat dark clothing and wearing a refined top hat, slowly descended the gangway, his steps steady and confident, each one revealing a maturity and poise beyond his years.
"Lady Elena, we have arrived."
Moter lightly tapped his slender cane against the deck, creating a rhythmic sound. Around them were a few pieces of simple luggage, each being picked up by Pitch Black and other servants.