In an undisclosed location where darkness reigned. A monstrously enormous tower of a man was walking through a winding hallway. The deeper and deeper he went, the stronger the darkness became.
When he exited the hallway, he could tell he was in a spacious room, but nothing could be seen, not his hand in front of him nor the surroundings at all. Save for a small speck of light in the middle of the room that he sauntered up to.
Closely looking at his features, his body was covered in scars and his expression was brusque. The lines upon his face would have one offhandedly place him in the neighbourhood of being in his late 50s. His aged voice sounded out as he stood in front of the dim light to the still dark room.
“Sir Zhǔjiào, have you spoken to Lord Basileus; when are we
