Within Alkhemia, two drow elves followed closely behind Black Rose as they held an ornate parasol aloft for her.1

They had to match her pace perfectly—not too fast, not too slow—and above all, not allow even a single ray of sunlight to touch their queen.0

Sunlight wouldn't harm a legendary-ranked undead queen. But if Black Rose so much as frowned, the two of them would immediately become raw materials to create more undead.0

Her Majesty's cruelty was renowned in the Umbral Depths. She treated all living beings with the same cold indifference, as nothing more than tools.0

And once a tool ceased to be useful, it was naturally discarded.0

Two stern-faced administrators walked beside Black Rose. They were sent by the Alchemists'...0