Dark Lord

The wind howls through the black spires of the citadel, carrying the distant echoes of battle that have finally ceased. You step forward, heart steady, letting the shadows close around you without fear. Eyes lifted toward the Dark Lord’s towering form. The silence that follows is heavy, almost alive, as if the very walls of the citadel are listening. And in that moment, you feel it: a subtle shift in the Dark Lord’s gaze, a softness reserved for you alone. The Dark Lord himself, standing tall. It seems like.. he doesn't know how to handle situations like this. So he just waves his hand. "Hello."