[Somewhere Beyond the Great Desert — Midnight]
The desert was silent; only darkness stretched endlessly beneath a moon veiled by black clouds.
The Black Serpents knelt in absolute silence; none dared raise their heads, and none dared breathe too loudly because seated upon the shattered throne carved into the temple's heart...was the Dark Emperor himself.
Azhrakaal.
His long black hair flowed over the stone steps like living darkness, one leg resting lazily over the other as his chin leaned against his knuckles. His crimson-black robes pooled around the throne, while his pitch-black eyes stared into the fire before him with terrifying calm.
Tap...Tap...Tap...
Only the sound of his finger striking the throne echoed. Footsteps approached. One serpent entered the ruins before dropping onto one knee.
Raveil.
"Greetings to the Dark Emperor."
