Far away from the Royal Arcane Academy, in the Holy Empire, there was a wild, lawless place.
One of the biggest, but also one of the poorest and messiest, cities: Nightspire.
Deep underground, in a smoky gambling den full of shady people, someone let out a creepy laugh.
"Hehehehe…"
A man in a pitch-black robe stood there.
His face was hidden behind a pure white mask with a huge, twisted grin carved into it.
A dark hood covered his head, so you couldn't see much of his body either. He looked like he walked straight out of a nightmare.
"You again?" a bored voice came from the front.
Sitting on a big, ugly throne was a normal-looking guy.
Black hair, black eyes, nose a bit wide. Nothing special about him, except the cold, dangerous vibe he gave off.
The masked man chuckled again. "It can't be helped."
He stepped closer, still grinning under that creepy mask.
