The King of the Undead found himself in this particular forest. Of course, while Niwetri isn't the place for any undead, the king had ventured here in hopes of claiming a few terrain. Maybe he would lie under the pretense that he was hoping to bring back a few mindless that wandered their way here. But, either way the king moved about deep within the forest of pink leaves, distanced far away from the castle and the cathedral. He did not wish to be found by those folk, even though he was confident that he and his soldiers could bring down those puny fighters they call swordsmen. He continued to walk amongst the leaves, crunching onto the plants mercilessly followed by the footsteps of his men. Of course, this looked like quite a nice place to claim. Many trees stood tall that could hide them, many rocks they could ambush from. Indeed, Marduk could perhaps capture some fae and have them join his legion that way. Either that or, well, they'd be dead. But life was apart of death wasn't it? Wasn't that the glory of living life to the very fullest? Not knowing what to expect when you find a sword through your chest from an undead. Well, according to him it was. But to most, well, they may have other opinions.

It was a very long hike to here. Over and across the Dark Canyons to over the Naihan Mountains into Niwetri. They just avoided the Duskmire Woods, and as much as he liked the place, he often avoided it. Not for himself of course, but if his men kept dying then they all might as well become Mindless. And he couldn't have that. It wasn't that he was scared of sinking into a deep pit, not dying but living in torment suspended deep within the swamp. No, Marduk knew no fear. He feared nothing. Trying to shake the terrifying thoughts from his mind, he continued through the forest. It was odd how the ground changed color from a sparkly green to pink to purple. He didn't like sparkles. It was too bright, too happy. If they indeed made some land here, he would want his men to refurbish it into something more... dark. Perhaps they could just burn it. Yes, that would be nice. All these trees turning to pitch black with some crows landing on the bare branches sounded much more suitable.

They continued walking, however they made no sound that was silent nor stealthy as they continued to crunch on the leaves below. It was then he heard a voice, sounding like a female's, coming from over the side. He turned with interest, wondering who they had found. Making his way into the lighter area, he and his men emerged from behind the trees, looking like a terrifying visage of ghosts haunting the forest. His dark hair flowed carelessly behind his head, and he looked up in surprise at his discovery, although the expression was not seen on his face. A large, red dragon. The head covered in what appeared to be, sap.

He laughed.