While Amon was enjoying his date somewhere far away from Elarith City, something moved inside a dark basement.
"I need more!! Give it to me!! I'm hungry!!"
Somewhere far away from the academy, hidden from the eyes of ordinary people, a place was consumed by darkness.
A cold, damp basement stretched beneath the ground. The stone walls were barely visible in the darkness, and the only source of light came from a few weak lamps that did little to push back the shadows.
A voice that doesn't sound like human echoed through the darkness.
"Is everything prepared?" Voice was deep and unsettling.
A man dressed in a spotless white robe stood several meters away. His face was partially hidden beneath his hood as he lowered his head respectfully toward a particular corner of the basement.
"Yes, M'Lord." His voice was obedient. "Your feast has been prepared. We will serve it to you soon."
There was no response from darkness. Then the darkness shifted.
