The Watcher

Elias was soon to reach my castle... and I am still unprepared. Just like last time. I retreated from the balcony, making my way into the entrance of my castle. Spirits lined, single file, waiting for me to pass judgement on them. I opened the front door and looked out over the sea, closing my eyes.

As I am The Watcher, I can move part of myself to another location near instantly. So I did, straight to the black and red room of The Elder, atop his pyramid in Requiem. There he sat, alone, in his golden throne of lies and deceit.

"You... what are you doing in my throne room?" The Elder got up from his seat, the clothes he wore, a white suit with a thin purple lining, becoming clearly visible. The Elder was tall, a few inches taller than Elias, still shorter than I. His face had grown old, likely with stress. His immortality cannot stop his mind from changing his body.