Morbis had stood at the edge of the Forest of Lamentation for days. He did not move. He did not eat. He did not sleep. He required none of those things. His translucent body—resembling solidified mist—needed only to remain here, watching the black castle in the distance. That was his duty. That was the singular reason for his existence in this world.
But tonight, something changed.
It began as a subtle vibration in the air. Like a tremor too minute for human senses to detect, yet enough to make the surrounding leaves shiver. Morbis lifted his head. His eyes—two dark hollows set in a pallid face—narrowed. He recognized that vibration. It had been an eternity since he last felt it, but he would never forget.
Master.
