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Twin Thrones lay empty for countless Solar-Cycles, a Prophecy foretold of a pair to rule all of the realms. One to rule the Darkness and One to rule the Light. Darkness did not mean Evil and Light did not mean good, a statement of the oldest Empire to exist but this was lost to eternity.
He slipped past several slaves as he made his way down a pathway, it ended in a burial chamber. There was a Manan standing in front of the sarcophagus with several slaves standing around mindlessly. Since the manan seemed to be somewhat more coherent than the rest of the group, he decided to approach him first to see about the data that his group should have gathered. Once he lowered his stealth spell, the manan focused on him and stated boldly, “who dares approach the great and venerated Dark Lord Vishanal! Speak slave, and I might spare your life,” Wryn snarled at the insulting tone while Ryu'val narrowed his eyes.
Immediately he used mana to lift the Manan in the air and wrapped a tendril around his neck. As he choked the Manan Ryu'val snarled, “I am no slave to be ordered about, so I suggest that you watch your tone and re-iterate your last question!”
