"Ugh! This is so boring!"

Mumbled a skeleton of dark bones, with pink spots under its eyes and dressed in the robes of a dark prince. The prince kicked some stones, then stopped in front of a small chapel that had been consumed and forgotten by time, the walls looking like they would collapse at any moment while orange leaves covered the broken floor

" Tsk, my father is so, ugh! Stupid! These things called humans don't even exist; they must be just bedtime stories. "

Growing an irritated and impatient grumble, the young prince looked around the structure built by a long-forgotten species. With firm steps, he enters the ruins. What little remains of the stained glass is scattered across the stone and mossy floor. The cross at the back is crooked, its wood rotted, carrying the weight of whispers from the past in the air. But this doesn't affect the young man in the slightest, who explores with disdain.

"Tsk... stupid father... why can't he see that I'm more than capable of commanding an entire squadron!? Maybe even an army!"

The prince's eyes glow crimson, a bitter taste lingering in his mouth. He picks up a piece of a rotten bench and throws it in front of the altar. But as soon as a groan of pain echoes from behind the monument, the young man snaps to attention, confused.

"What the hell!?"

But before he could even process what it was, he froze when he saw what came out from behind, unable to believe what he was seeing, while a sweet, metallic smell, almost unbearable, invaded his nostrils

—...a human...?