Somewhere in Europa.
In a spacious, dim chamber, the terrifying lich in dark, flowing robes stood beside a tall, arched window.
Pale moonlight streamed in from outside, casting a faint glow across the room. In his skeletal hand, he held a piece of old parchment, its edges worn and faded by the ravages of time.
The light fell upon the drawing on the paper.
It was nothing more than a crude sketch, four stick figures drawn with uneven lines. A man, a woman, a boy, and a girl, standing side by side and holding hands.
The green orbs of light swayed gently in Cult Leader's deep sockets.
"Home…"
A cold, grating voice echoed from between his jaws.
He put away the drawing in his storage artifact, treating it with great care as if it was the most valuable treasure in his possession.
The Cult Leader turned toward the twin moons, specifically Luna. The green orbs in his sockets flared with mild intensity.
"Soon…"
