บท 87: Interdimensional Ire

Inside the dark room littered with hanging corpses, Tryke sat on his stone chair. His dark cloak covering the majority of his body and his hood only showed the lower half of his face. 

He leaned against his long and lanky arm, pale as a pear, "Hm..." He said with a coarse and menacing voice, "No response from Hornvein....." 

He had a vicious smirk on his face, his yellow teeth showing as he slowly stood up, walking over to the middle of the room, a cold mist spreading all throughout the room. 

As he approached the middle, standing beneath the rotting corpses strung up from the ceiling, an explosion of smoke appeared behind him. The smoke formed into the massive figure of Ossmer, the demon he had sent to Rivertown to retrieve Lucian. 

"General." Ossmer's deep voice said, "Euryale has fallen. She has returned to the earth." 

Tryke slowly turned to face the astral transmission, "What did you say?"