seventy
Third Peron's POV
In town overthrown by complete darkness, a land that looked so much like it was deserted after suffering from a major loss that caused almost half of its people to die, and the other half to be scattered throughout the entire land, an iron throne sat in the middle of all these ruins and on it sat a man too beautiful that he could easily be mistaken as a lady even when he's not dressed as one.
Everything on the land had turned black, from the soil to the water and grasses, not even the sky had seen any light since the tragic events that occurred a couple of thousands of years ago.
It appeared to be a deserted land since the incident that killed almost everyone that had ever existed on that continent.
However, although it looked so much like it was a deserted place, a few not less than a hundred people were still alive and hiding deep within the mountains.