Hidden Conversations

In the grim Castle of Darkness, seated upon a massive throne that seemed as ancient as time itself, Monarch of Darkness Kollungr brooded. 

The magnificent but gloomy dark throne room was filled with the oppressive air of dread, a palpable sense of foreboding that settled over everything like a heavy fog.

Positioned in an orderly manner around the room were the unmoving dark knights, their armor reflecting no light, their eyes hidden behind visors, giving away no hint of emotion. 

They were an eternal guard, unmoving and unwavering.

Kollungr's deep eyes, piercing through the shadows, narrowed as he felt a sudden shift in the energies of the world. It was subtle, nearly imperceptible, but it was there. 

A ripple in the fabric of reality, a dissonance in the harmony of existence.

"This is suspicious," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that echoed through the hall. "Something stirs in the world, something unknown and unseen."