Taking a deep breath of the crisp morning air, Veronif opened her door to find a basket of shimmering blue ores left on her doorstep. Kryptonite! She smiled to herself as she brought the rare ore inside. The young man has been good on his word.
Two weeks ago, a very thin and pale settler had arrived at her doorstep wearing a dark hood that covered much of his face and asked for her diary that she kept on her findings from her research. His request had angered her, yet something about him stopped her from slamming the door. Instead, she had given him a task, to bring to her for thirty days straight some of the most rare ingredients that she needed; Kryptonite, Stones of Soul and Wheels of Time. She wondered how he managed to get those ingredients. Surely, he would have had to venture deep into the ancient ruins of Castilla and also battled the infamous machinations of the Clock Tower. But something else bothered her, the settler had an aura of death about him, a dark force that waits to be unleashed…
