"Let's see whose side fate will take," A deep voice sounded in the calm of the spacious chamber.
After receiving the message, Alex returned to the palace, and now he was seated face-to-face with the collector, a man who was an anomaly without question.
Tragus belonged to the undead race, a bony figure standing 8.6ft tall, exuding an imposing and formidable presence, with Luminous eyes that emitted a cold glow, and a battle staff was firmly held in his grasp.
He had a pulsing green rune etched onto his slightly exposed chest, and as for his attire, he wore an ancient Regalia, two dark pauldrons covering his shoulders, and a dark cape made from some scaly draconic skin.
Alex felt like none of his secrets were hidden before the luminous green eyes, and the featureless face of the undead that conveyed every emotion without moving only added to the mystery and horror that permeated the surroundings of the enigmatic figure before him.
