Hizan the white prince slowly approached, his posture one of someone who commanded authority. He came to a stop just a few feet from the white plague which only looked at him, trying to decipher why he was not dropping dead like a fly.
The white plague growled at him, silver liquid drooping from its maw like saliva. It stretched out its body to enlarge its frame, but the young man before it did not seem intimidated. It sniffed at the air and snarled at him, almost going feral. "You reek of royal blood."
The white prince barely flinched, his glassy eyes simply stared at it. After a while of saying nothing, he shifted his body slightly and spoke. It was cold and calculating, "I was right to give you the white plague, do you know how long I've been holding on to that without ever tapping into its dormant power."
