There was darkness only in the castle. The messengers walked the halls lit from place to place by candles, thinking it wouldn't spoil the light in the corridors, but that was the place of the shadows, they just didn't expect everything to be lit by the sun, did they? However, they could all agree that they personally needed more light just to be safer in their footsteps and not stumble.
The great King of the shadows was sitting on the throne. Alone. The ministers, they sat down, lined up, along the walls, to the left and right of the throne, and in the middle there was enough space for the Southern Alliance messengers to enter and advance who had requested the meeting. The king laughed to himself at the arrogance of those men, impure and worthless mortals before him. They wanted to die an
