"Lord Dainar."
A shadowy, crystallized obsidian being materialized into an absurdly large throne room that was made of obsidian metal and knelt in front of the being sitting on the Throne at the very end of the Hall. The being on the throne had features similar to his, just that his body was much darker and had a higher number of horns.
*Picture of the Race*
"Report."
Dainar ordered with a grim look on his face.
"It is Quoril this time."
The being, Rivenar, reported, and the moment he heard those words, Dainar clenched his fists, and the space around him cracked.
"Anything?"
He questioned after calming himself down.
"Nothing."
Rivenar shook his head.
"There was no trace left, no struggles of a fight, no signs of his Law or any of his abilities being used, she just… disappeared."
"This is already the eleventh one."
Dainar commented, and Rivenar lowered his head, not daring to say anything. He knew his Lord was angry.
