Jack stopped walking forward after seeing the ethereal. Motherboard smiled upon seeing Jack's reaction.
"King Storm Wind, why stop?" The vampire on the throne, Emperor Marcus, asked. "Come closer. I believe you want to talk about your army marching through my territory?"
The lighting inside this throne room was dim, just like the other parts of this capital. Marcus' feature was shrouded by this lack of illumination, but Jack's dragon eye could see him with clarity.
The skin of Marcus's face was tight and smooth as a baby's face. Yet, Jack couldn't shake the feeling he was looking at an old man. A very old man. Marcus was bald. His face was also free of any facial hair. There was not even an eyebrow. His ears were slightly sharp resembling an elf's ears.
Marcus tapped his fingers on the armrest of his throne while waiting for Jack's response.
Jack resumed walking. He stopped around ten meters from the throne, just before one of those traps he sensed.