A dark plain with nothing remarkable about it stretched for a long distance across the ownerless area of the vast Hell.
But this place was not empty today. Looking from afar, one would see several moving slowly, as if they were ants in a giant anthill. But looking more closely, one would see that these were not ants, but an undead horde stretching for miles.
Walking slowly among the dead, a blue-haired woman had her aura of the same color spreading through her surroundings, while darkness escaped along with the blue mist from her body.
Behind her followed a ghost-like creature, its head too dark to make out the outline, but a crown clearly positioned on top of its neck.
The blue-haired woman stopped, gesturing with a closed fist to the group.
"Miss?" Asked the ghost who from a distance looked like the leader of this formation of over a thousand corpses, but who was actually number two there.