Prostrating servants and blinding lights clouded the senses of the Pale Wyrm's magnificent palace. Only the purest of bugs were allowed within, and even then, most of the residents were mindless Void creatures. Nobles who were nothing more than slaves in the eye of the Wyrm fell over themselves to bow when he passed.

Glittering, pearlescent wings draped behind the monarch as the Pale King withdrew from his throne room and into his private quarters, of which there were many. It wasn't quite as blinding as the rest of the palace, thankfully.

"..." the reduced Wyrm breathed out a silent sigh as he lowered himself to rest on the nest of finest furs that was his bed.