PoV ???
"My Lord, as you predicted, the lady of ice has returned the living world; the culprit is—"
"No need; we have other matters at hand we need to worry about first." The Lord interrupted me.
As usual, he was sitting on his cursed throne, bound by blood chains, constantly digging deeper and deeper into his flesh, forcing him to stay awake at all times. His red, royal attire was now stained with his dark blood; the crown of thorns digging into his head was forcing him to sit upright.
"Is the underground finally united as one?" He posed this question to me as he leaned forward.
I could hear the sound of bones breaking, flesh exploding, and splurging his blood everywhere, yet, due to his incredible regeneration capabilities, he was capable of surviving in those conditions.
