Adam Frost was busy in his mansion. Sitting down on a chair, looking at a mockup of what he thought of as an integral part of his ultimate goals. A miniature of a stone circle, carved with runes all over its surface, spinning softly and smooth. During the days of the Dark Clouds, he was able to get a fraction of the power from the Gate of Nemesis. As a side effect, he turned himself into a ghoulish creature. His white hair and pale blue skin were menacing enough, but he had his own ways to hide that from the never suspecting humans from Rafflesia. [img]https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L6GasRKA_z8/WjZNY0LX3fI/AAAAAAABf_4/XaIzbOcMgLYYJ7CAcBDzHbJXwO2ubM_jwCLcBGAs/s1600/veronika-kozlova-pastor.jpg[/img] He was a respected alchemist and he knew about such influences in living beings outside the mysterious land. He became obssessed with that strange power when he realized that turning into a vampire was nothing more but a small side effect of harnessing the energy that the gate emitted. [i]"This is going perfectly as planned. This marks the third month ever since the Dark Clouds from the eastern Kingdom had been vanquished, and this gloomy and gruesome form of mine will not be for long. As long as the key remains untouched, I can patiently wait for when the moment comes..."[/i] [hr][color=9e0b0f][i]"My apologies, sir. I had no intentions of standing in your way." Chris replied to the guard in the most polite way possible. He then turned his eyes to the princess. "I am here for the sights of the city. I heard many words on how the flowers of Rafflesia are considered a natural wonder in this world."[/i][/color] That said, he decided to give way for Zafiria to walk. The guards were not convinced on how that feminine-looking lad was a swordsman; the long black hair, blue eyes and somewhat frail figure were not enough to persuade someone on that matter. However, when one of her bodyguards looked at his eyes, he felt a deep, cold sensation on his chest. Something akin to a cut or a stab. When Chris turned away to mind his own business, the man in armor was shaking and sweating a bit.