The black sky roared over the continent of Nirvana. It wasn't anything new, the undead preferred living in a cold and humid environment. Thus they created artificial rainstorms to keep themselves in the best conditions.
However, even as the skies roared overhead, they couldn't stop a lady's footsteps from echoing in the empty halls of the ruined castle. Her jet black hair was drenched from rushing all around the city in the rain. Even as the hairs stuck to her ashen face, they couldn't stop the anger from overflowing.
Her people had failed her, and now she had to report it all to someone whom she had only heard tales of. Someone whom she thought only existed in myths. But to her and all of Nirvana's surprise... the man was more than just a myth.
"My lord I bring news-"
"Calm your tits. I already know what you're about to tell me."
