In the middle of the dark creepy woods, the night air is heavy, dank with the odour of decomposing leaves, nocturnal animals awake from their sleep. The cold wind begins to whistle gently as the wolves nearby howling on the moonlight in the cloudless sky. The cemetery whispers under the sallow moon. The dead laid to rest, gravestones in the promise of not being forgotten.
While the two major cities of the Exile empire were in the great danger zone, Schatten was quietly sleeping inside his coffin floating in the center of the Northwest Exile cemetery, the public graveyard of Exile. His magical beast, the Black Feline was resting on the top of his coffin. It was not an ordinary cat, its piercing golden eyes glows in the dark and has the tongue of a deadly poisonous snake. The cat was silen
