In the endless void of darkness, where no stars shone and no sound existed save for whispers of the abyss, a vast throne of obsidian loomed. Its form twisted, carved from something older and corrupted and upon it sat a figure cloaked in darkness, his very presence bending the space around him, as though the void itself bowed in reverence.
The figure leaning against the armrest with closed eyes, lost in thought.
A kneeling silhouette enters the grand chamber, shivering at his feet, his voice trembling but steady enough to relay his message.
"My Lord… news from Elderwood Forest."
The cloaked figure on the throne did not move. Suddenly, the eyes of the figure opened. The faint glow of his eyes, two narrow slits of crimson, acknowledged the speaker.
"Speak." His voice was calm, but it slithered through the void like a blade pressed against flesh.
"The serpent… has been destroyed. Both the female and the male were slain."
