"Are you ready?" Aldrich stood in front of his throne, looking up at the circuit network like criss cross patterns of green energy stretching up to the tall ceiling from his emerald crystal throne.
All those circuits, those pathways of magical energy, tethered to the Necropolis, drawing power from it. Or, maybe better put, took from it. The more Aldrich progressed in power, the more of the Necropolis he inherited.
When would the time come when Aldrich could harness the full might of the tower? And when he got that power, the question arose; did he work with the world?
Or, as Volantis and Valera wanted, would he take over the world? Bend it to his rule?
"Wow, father looks so strong!" Chrysa tugged at Aldrich's new cloak. The skulls and faces, spirits of those stitched within, emitted low wails of protest.
"I need to be in top condition for this," said Aldrich. "After all, this is our first mission together."
"I won't disappoint!" Chrysa punched the air in front of her.
