The High Bishop.

The Shadow Realm...

Inside the top floor of the Inverse Sanctum, a suspended fortress from the ceiling of an endless obsidian chasm, a dignified man sat alone on a floating throne made out of thousands of harrowing bones.

Besides him and the throne, everything was affixed upside down, defying gravity and reason.

With color being nonexistent in the Shadow Dimension, the walls appeared duller than darkness, and the furniture bleaker than our future.

It seemed like the fortress was a living entity, as the walls breathed subtly, like old stone remembering pain.

As the dignified man cloaked in a darkness veil sat in silence, a sudden silhouette blinked next to his right side out of nowhere.

He was also covered with a darkness cape, hiding his figure and identity.

"High Bishop."

"Hmm."

"The Assembly has concluded in Heliodor's region."

"How did it go? Anything interesting?"