Alone
What can I do here, alone, in the big halls of sigil and death. Feeling the dark ambience of wealthness that no one can take, the anonymous king's kingdom. This king is a hollow armor, hidden into the void. Ages that will be forgotten by humans, will remain eternally echoing on the bowels of this palace. I can hear the screams of metal beasts underground. Who will hear my creams? ... What do I do here? I'll work like a soulless drone, mining for food, in little pieces.