*Summit of the Tower of Sorcery, Kingdom of Babylon*
In this icy gloom, only the moon, veiled by clouds, offered a pale glow to the flagstones worn by centuries.
Nox Walpurgy advanced calmly through the corridors. Ordinarily, he would have bounded with that childish agility that characterized him... But tonight, the sadist of Babylon seemed not to be in a festive mood.
The multiple piercings that adorned his ears and his face weakly captured the moonlight, but his red eyes, ringed with black sclerae, were devoid of their usual spark of joyful madness.
" I am back master." He said before pushing the door.
At the center of the platform, a silhouette remained motionless, seated on a throne of absolute black marble.
Walpurga, the Witch of Curses, the undisputed mistress of the tower, seemed to merge with the night. Her white hair, of an excessive length, spread around her covering the flagstones for several meters.
