The Honour is Mine

Minerva froze.

"You walk my lands without care Witch."

"I walk them with respect my lord." She bowed. "It is not often that I pass this way. You honour me, my lord."

"Yet... Twice in one day?! Should the honour be mine?"

"My lord. Shadow of shadows. These are troubled times."

"And that is why I wish to speak to you walker. I wish to know why my lands turn black. I wish to know where the nuance of shade has gone. The city you left behind you, it flickers in flame and dies. Leaving nothing behind but true darkness."