The castle in a far away land

The mountain air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and the distant, melodic chime of the castle bells. It had been many years since the day Elias and Sienna had first crossed the threshold of Castle Valerius, and the world below had changed in ways they could only observe from their high, gilded perch. Empires had fallen, new cities had risen from the soot of the old, and the very maps Elias had once studied were now relics of a forgotten age.