The colossal dungeon gate opened once more, spilling out a figure cloaked in shadow and frost. This time it was none other than the Undead Monarch—Lania Kaia's Bone Shade.
Emaciated, pallid, draped in silence. His silver plate armor gleamed coldly beneath the night, a black cloak trailing behind him like spilled ink. A massive scythe of bone rested in his skeletal grip. Long white hair whipped wildly in the evening wind as he strode forth.
The instant he stepped free of the gate, his gaze found her.
BS-Rita.
She stood waiting outside the portal. Her flame-touched wings burned behind her, cold brilliance clung to her frame, and dragon markings traced a glowing pattern across her right cheek. Her black hair had been dyed ice-blue by raw frost magic, and in her hand gleamed a dagger as long as her forearm, gripped in a reverse hold.
A platinum helm-wheel orbited her shoulder. A retro lantern spun slowly near her waist.
Cat's Ideal. And the Wrathful Moon—lost for a thousand years.
