The City of Nazarene
Deep within the confines of the Forbidden City…
In a relatively dark hall, tongues of flames on torches illuminated the surroundings but this did nothing to reduce the aura of death that permeated the surroundings.
It was like a dark miasma that ensured that light would never be able to overcome the darkness.
At the center of this strange hall stood four white pillars with designs on them, each one standing adjacent to the other, forming a rectangular shape.
And at the center of those pillars stood a white rectangular pedestal.
On the pedestal, a figure clad in heavy black armor lay with a longsword placed on its chest.
Silence permeated the area for a brief moment when suddenly, there was movement.
The figure sat upright, sighing in a low baritone voice. "Hah, not again."
"Why must they all come here seeking death?"
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