Michael arrived back in the Nation of Reborn. But what welcomed him wasn't the sunny, overly bright, and usually positive scenery of the Paradise in the Desert.
Instead, he found himself in an extremely dark room. Stygian. The only form of illumination in the room was the lambent light coming from the flickering candles attached to the walls.
"Narito, Sasuki… are you all here?" he asked.
And in front of him, the figures of the two Shadow Orc Chieftains arose from the darkness.
They kneeled in front of him. "Just as you commanded," they both recited.
"Is this an urgent matter, Lord Michael? You usually don't visit our Shadow Realm," asked Narito, his werewolf-like fur alert.
This Shadow Realm was simply what they called their hideout, located very deep on the bottom of the Nation of Reborn. It was so deep that the only way to get inside here was through the Shadow Teleportation inherent in all Shadow Orcs.
