As the large ancient door opened, a Man seated on a throne-like couch is revealed. His eyes shone in anger and bitterness. The air thickened with the foul, metalic smell of blood. The dark cozy room felt cold but as soon as he voiced, the atmosphere was filled with authority and power.

“Why haven't they returned?" He questioned Ryder—his right-hand man, his voice laced with power which caused the other two in the room to tremble.

“I don't know, my Lord. We've sent some warriors across the mountain, my Lord" the one who answered, trembled.

“Make sure they return with her, alive”He instructed before leaving the throne.

He was the...