Fog spread throughout this luxurious castle despite its long life of more than thousands of years. A number of people, all wearing black cloaks, covering their faces, men and women, gathered in a very huge hall, dominated by the black and red colour with designs left over from previous centuries, with a red glass dome in which the light of the moon was shaken.

The hands of a female rose to coincide with the exit hiss language peculiar to illuminate each torch hall advanced, so the smiling man who was standing on the podium stood with his and her smile characterised by deceit: Her lips are distributed. Bnzeradtha did not...