*Nether Dynasty... Shadow Palace*
The sky of the Nether Dynasty remained true to its reputation, a mantle of dark clouds that stifled the sunlight, leaving room for an eternal twilight pierced only by the cold gleam of obsidian crystals.
Xue Ming, the youngest princess, was seated in the private courtyard of her palace, surrounded by her crows with violet eyes that observed the surroundings with malevolent intelligence. She wore a dress of such fine violet that it seemed like a second skin, accentuating her opulent and firm chest that rose with the rhythm of a serene breath. She brought a cup of tea to her lips, savoring the bitterness of the brew while contemplating the play of shadows on the walls.
Suddenly, a movement at the entrance of the courtyard caught her attention.
