Two Makes One?!
With an air of mystery hanging in the atmosphere, the teahouse was dimly lit. Its patrons were scarce, as it was a place often frequented by those who preferred the shadows to the light of day. Seated at a small corner table were two imposing figures, their presence commanding respect and fear in equal measure. The Necromance Leader, Gotham, and The Dark Lord, Valadmir, had convened in this clandestine establishment for a purpose only they knew.
Gotham's skeletal fingers wrapped around a delicate porcelain teacup as he spoke, his voice a sibilant whisper. "Valadmir, I sense a disturbance in the balance of the supernatural realm. The Moon Goddess has disappeared without a trace. It is not a development we can ignore."