Black Dragon Empire.
Emperor's study room.
The study has transformed into a laboratory, filled with a pungent smell. The new Emperor, Yake Black, sits in his chair with tubes running everywhere, with various concoctions flowing in and out of his body.
Now, he held a report in his hands, revealing no emotion on his half visible face.
"Isn't this report too simple?" Yake put down the paper, looking at the man kneeling at his feet.
