Following the deal Umbrathorn made with Vesper, he returned to BlueMoon to start his new assignment, which entailed watching his mistress, Marris, who had unknowingly fallen in love with Kane. A fact she wasn’t willing to acknowledge. Umbrathorn waded to the basement, the darkest space in the entire building, to find Marris. As he expected, she sat on the dresser, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall of silk as she cast rejuvenating spells, her focus unwavering. The soft glow of her magic illuminated her features, highlighting the beauty that had captivated Kane. Umbrathorn felt a pang of envy mixed with admiration, but he quickly buried it beneath layers of deception.
“Umbrathorn” Marris called in a sing-song voice. “Where have you been?”
“Did you miss me?” The creature taunted
