Night never truly belonged to Isla Sombría. Even under a sky crowded with stars, the island remained wrapped in mist, as though the sea itself refused to reveal what rested upon its shores. Far beyond the shipping lanes of Castilla del Sol, waves crashed against black cliffs that had swallowed countless vessels over the centuries. Sailors spoke of strange lights drifting across the water. Captains altered their routes rather than risk sailing too close. Maps recorded the island, yet few dared approach it willingly. Inside an ancient monastery overlooking the sea, candles burned in absolute silence. A long stone table divided the chamber. Twelve chairs surrounded it. Only seven were occupied. Each person wore a dark cloak fastened with a silver clasp shaped like a compass rose. No names were spoken. No titles were exchanged. The meeting had no witnesses. A servant entered quietly and placed a leather folder before the eldest member.
Night never truly belonged to Isla Sombría. Even under a sky crowded with stars, the island remained wrapped in mist, as though the sea itself refused to reveal what rested upon its shores. Far beyond the shipping lanes of Castilla del Sol, waves crashed against black cliffs that had swallowed co...