Aiwass sat in the courtyard, gazing at the new moon, drinking alone.
The summer night breeze was not cold, but rather refreshing. The Royal Garden was empty, with only a fairy-tale like white fog steaming.
The white fog rising from the lake flowed to Aiwass's feet, reaching above his ankles but not yet his knees.
Suddenly, Aiwass lifted his head to look into the depths of the fog.
"——Why do you have the time to visit me?"
Aiwass suddenly spoke up.
Within the fog ahead, a shadow gradually approached.
It was none other than the first Black Chancellor, the Lich Grunevald.
An ordinary skeleton draped in a tattered black robe, slowly walked over.
"To have a chat,"
Grunevald's skull clattered, a deep voice echoed from the depth of Aiwass's mind.
He sat in the pavilion, facing Aiwass.
