Erengrad Main Palace, Emperor's Office, Erengrad Empire
Dietrich sat behind his massive oak desk, his fingers drumming impatiently against the polished surface. The air in his study is suffocating; he's been waiting for the news of the first shadow knights group he sent.
Then suddenly a group of three people shows up in front of him, coming from nowhere and now bowing in front of Dietrich. Their black cloaks were torn and frayed, and their boots were caked with mud and frozen blood. The smell of iron and death clung to them like a curse.
Their leader stepped forward, dropping to one knee before the emperor, his expression grim and pale. In his trembling hands, he carried a small, bloodstained satchel.
"Well?" Dietrich's voice was low and dangerous, his eyes narrowing like a predator about to strike. "Tell me what you found."
