"Kuhah…"
Inside a ruined temple, a man sat on his throne.
Long platinum blonde hair flowed down his shoulders, and a purple blazing crown seemed to float above his head.
He gazed up and his eyes flickered a purple glow. There, he could see an attendant, with sleek gray hair and hazel eyes.
"Did it work, Lord Ezekiel?"
"Better. I found something more interesting."
Ezekiel spoke with a calm and authoritative tone.
"It seems there was a second one."
"Another Sovereign?"
"Yes."
"Wouldn't that push back our plans?"
"No."
Ezekiel raised his head to meet his attendant's gaze. The attendant swallowed, and his ears perked up.
"We'll proceed. This is even better than I imagined."
"I see."
Ezekiel turned his head to the side. Chains wrapped around both of his arms, legs, and neck, connecting to the ground.