The Royal Capital. The Moonlight Hall.
Even after the destruction that had swept through the capital, the hall still stood. It had not emerged completely unscathed though.
Cracks covered several pillars. Entire sections of the outer walls had collapsed. The magnificent gardens surrounding it had long since been reduced to rubble.
Had it been an ordinary structure, it would have been reduced to dust long ago.
Inside the enormous hall, silence reigned. The atmosphere was so oppressive that nobody dared breathe too loudly.
At the very center sat Michael. One hand supported his forehead while the other rubbed his temple slowly.
The recent battle, the advancement quest, Beginning's recklessness, Arianne's resurrection ritual, and the countless matters waiting for him afterward had all given him a headache.
For once, even Michael felt tired.
Behind him stood three Rank 4 undead. Beginning, Lily, and the High Drake, all in their human forms.
