Corvus looked over the wax seal of the letter, before pulling it open once more. His eyes skimmed over it for the tenth time since he had received it. At this point he could probably recite it from memory.
The only thing that had changed about it was the time written until this so called meeting began. When he had first opened it, it had read one month. Now, it read one week.
It was rather convenient to have it literally counting down, and also a little ominous that the ink was actively changing on the letter he had received to do so. But he should have expected that nothing would be simple when it came to matters of the system and its creator.
This was the same dragon, after all, who plunged their entire planet into chaos just to create someone like him, who could manipulate souls, and then sent another dragon through some space portal from god knows where to give him mysterious instructions.
