The resting point of the Demon Lord was a cavern of absolute shadows, devoid of any human comfort, illuminated only by the faint, pulsing violet runes etched into the high, vaulted ceiling.
Hebner Grand moved through the gloom with the silent grace of a predatory shadow. He approached the center of the chamber and lowered his towering frame onto a throne carved from a single, massive piece of dark, petrified obsidian. The silence of the room was absolute, broken only by the rhythmic, heavy thud of his own pulse.
With a slow, deliberate wave of his pale, ring-adorned hand, he summoned the magic of the Void. A large, shimmering mirror materialized in the air before him. The surface rippled like water before clearing to reveal the interior of the study he had just vacated.
There, lying abandoned on the cold, dark surface of the desk, was Hannah.
