Chapter 8: Citidel
Across the ocean plain, through the cursed meadow, in Isnaorak, on the treacherous Alganirian Mountains, was a large citadel.
It was made from black jet, and four tall towers were on the place. Inside were large columns that held up the citadel, spikes jutted out of the floor and skulls were impaled on them. A large double door made from dead wood led to a hallway.
The doors swung open, and in came the shadow lord. He was dressed in a crimson cape flowed behind him like a cape covered in blood. A helmet made from steel covered his face. His two red eyes filled with murder and treachery shone through like two human hearts set on fire, and he held a scepter with the head of a European dragon was carved into the top.
The shadow lord walked to a table with many liskarr, like Zalazane's ghost, and another creature that wasn't a liskarr, it was a vampire! The vampire was dressed in complete black; one of his eyes was made from a ruby, his face looked like one of the living, but with teeth practically sharper than Seph's sword.
"Valor" said the shadow lord to the vampire, Valor responded to him "yes, your majesty" the shadow lord looked at him in the eye and said "Zalazane is useless, he died to a mortal" Zalazane's ghost hissed in anger.
The shadow lord leaned towards Valor
And said "turn Seph into a vampire, those clones that I summoned are useless; I can trust you with the gate of reconciliation" Valor nodded and said "he will be our minion…"