In the face of the ghost king. He was looking throughout the vast world and seeing that it was beautiful, but also riddled with faceless people.
"What am I going to do about all of this?"
The ghost king was wondering about his plan, but his worries were so much smaller than what his plans were.
The ghost king was just a young man around the time of the aftermath. He was living in the realm called Ishtar.
It was vast and wonderful until the attack from the generals that were sent there by one of the dark lords, but that is ancient history now and there wasn't anything that they could have done. Him or his fellow heroes.
The reason behind the attack was still unknown to him but he know it was because of the gods that it was turning out this way and he had sworn to attack those who lie and harm people.
