"Oh? It's been a while since I've had a visitor." A man leaning relaxedly on a large, ornate ice throne said, a slight smile playing on his lips. His long, silver hair flowed down his shoulders as his icy blue gaze lowered on the man who entered His hall.
"3230 years, to be exact." A bald monk wearing blue robes with a black eight-trigram design on the back stared up at the man, his face becoming increasingly serious.
"Was it that long?" The man on the throne chuckled. "Ah~ Now I remember."
He turned his head, and on a pillar embedded in the walls of the castle was a bald head that looked strikingly similar to the monk before him. The look of utter despair was still etched on its face, forever captured.
