The Demonic Dungeon that Bliss was the ruler of laid within the Black Wolf Forrest, currently it was surrounded by young soldiers of the Unholy Council. The soldiers hastily ran about as they constructed ready made tents and cleared the area while increasing the perimeter of the fence.
Eleonra, the current commander of this base, stood at the edge of the camp as she watched the figure of a man walking off into the distance.
"Be safe Alejando." She whispered a word of hope as she turned back to look at the dungeon waiting for them to take it.
"We start training in forty eight hours!" She barked her orders and the hustle of the little area intensified.
A few hours had passed and Alejando strolled through the thick patch of the Black Wolf Forrest feeling like a defeated man. His body felt detached, it was like he was a puppet being controlled by his unconscious mind while he himself questioned where he had gone wrong.
