You stumble inside the throne room, pushed by a couple of guards, a tealblood and an indigoblood respectively. It’s huge, and looks more like a place of worship than a regal chamber. The back wall, behind the High Subjugglator, His Majesty the Grand Highblood, is splattered with colorful blood, from the warmest red to the coldest violet.

The Highblood himself is one of the biggest and scariest trolls you’ve ever seen. He sits, perfectly still, and just tilts his head at you, his coily hair looking like a halo of sun rays crowning him.

"Caught another one of that Signless' followers, Your Hilarity." One of the guards says solemnly, marking the point with a swift kick in your back before bowing. The Grand Highblood doesn’t speak, he just makes a gesture with his right hand, and the guards walk out of the room, while your back is still aching. You raise your head, and he curl a finger, silently telling you to come closer.