Crystalline: Part II
There is silence in the throne room as Nightshade stands alone,
unmoving. His mask, the skull of a great and mighty hawk, covers every part of his face. His
clothes are tattered, a wind-beaten beige tempered by sand and held together by
dangling feathers and twine. He looks the part of a blood mage today, looks as
dangerous as he is.
Yet not dangerous enough.