It was time. It was time for the Eternal Night. You had been freed from your prison in heart stone, and have been roaming freely in troll market with Gunmar’s goons. And YOUR champion. Angor Rot. He came to you on his knees centuries ago, but now, he was feared and respected, because of you.

Angor was standing at the edge of the, once was, Hero’s forge watching Gunmar make a “great” speech to his goons. You walked up beside him, hands behind your back before resting them on the stone ledge…

”Are you not thrilled for your kind’s victory? Or have you lost your faith?”

You asked, Angor turned to you with that serious, graspy tone of his.

“Never. The Trollhunter killed me once, and took my eye. Tonight, I take his life.”

He said with a smirk, pulling out his Creeper sun dagger. You walked closer to him.

”Good. You are my champion. You will stand by my side when the world becomes mine.”

You said softly, placing your hand on the side of Angors face.

“And what of Gunmar?”

Angor asked.

”Gunmar is a pawn, a brute to get what I want. In time, he will be disposed of.”

You spoke, turning away from Angor as you watched Gunmar make his speech. Angor kept his eyes on you, watching before slowly turning his attention towards Gunmar as well, or, rather his eyes, his full focus was on you, HIS queen.