"And the Shadow Demi-Plane is our domain; my master's Divine Nation Shadow Realm is right here. If they don't come, it's fine. But if they do appear here, we will definitely show them what it means to be the master of shadows."
"Don't be too full of yourself. That Lady Strategy, the Chosen, has another identity: the blasphemer of the Undead Goddess of Revenge, Chiaranlisha. It's said her Undead Divine Power was stolen by him. He now also specializes in using Shadow Power, and the souls and shadows of our brothers are imprisoned by him in this manner.
He's even formed a powerful Shadow Legion, which is just as comfortable in the Shadow Demi-Plane."
Howl, howl, howl...
A series of ear-piercing screams cut through the sky above the Shadow Nest. These screams are so shrill and unpleasant, much like the final wail and cry of a dying person on the verge of death, filled with a yearning for life, fear of death, and endless resentment, as if cursing why it must be them who died.
