ANONYMOUS POV
In the Horbid Kingdom, on a very cold night. The King is in his temple, and he is not in a good mood at all.
"My King, what is wrong? Are you alright?" The servant asks
"I have not gotten feedback from the one I sent to the Wereforest. It has been a long time, and he has not told me what is going on." The King replies as he sips a red substance from the cup in his hand.
"My King, I know how agitated you must be, but I want you to know that the one you have sent will soon be back. The journey must be a tedious one, but you need to know that he is loyal to you." The servant replies.
While they are still talking, the Sent Ones enters. He is tall, handsome and scary-looking at the same time. His skin is white and ashen, and there is some blood at the corners of his lips.
"My Lord, do not be mad at me," he says as he bows at the feet of the King. "I had to stop for some blood; I was hungry and weak.
