It was a bad idea, a terrible one. He didn't have to cross the door but he did it and now he was in front of a dark throne that resembled one of the dark demon kings with a woman glowering at him with murderous intent.
He swallowed, a hurtful miasma around him. There was no protection from the system so his skin itched. It felt like a slow-burn acid. Her long white hair cascaded to her folded knees as she had a black dress, tightly hugging her body. She kept glaring at him waiting for his first words.
But most importantly, there were corpses around her throne. It was hard to endure the stench. There was a wall of dragon scales behind her but it didn't matter at the moment. The only thing that bothered him was the fear she made him feel for the first time. He was scared of Aurora before but not like this. This one made him want to run away, be at the other end of the planet simply to escape her gaze.
