A man wearing a fine grey suit was seated on a chair, playing with a pen in his long fingers. In front of him lied a silver orb which was quite big compared to normal orbs. The orb was placed on a golden stand and it was displaying an image of a young boy in ordinary clothes. The man did not even have to guess that the boy was a commoner. He looked plain, too plain to be someone special but yet, the man believed that he was seeing something very, very special.
He smiled.
'Found something interesting, did you?'
Seeing the man smile, a pale looking guy spoke. He was thin and had his nose and mouth covered with a mask.
'Ah, yes, you can say so,'
The man replied.
'What is it?'
'Well, something special let's leave it at that,'
The man got up. He was tall and thin. He slowly walked towards the window from where the moonlight illuminated the darkroom.
'Tell, me what's the news from the other side?'
The man asked peering outside the window.
'They have started their preparations,'
'Ho is that so,'
'Not only that, but there is also a rumor going around that there is someone who has inherited the Blessing of the Golden God,'
The masked guy said, carefully observing the man's reaction.
'Blessing of the Golden God, you say?'
The man fell silent. He was probably calculating something in his brain.
'How much time do we have on our hands?'
The man asked the masked guy.
'Don't worry, we have time. It will probably take about four years for them to prepare,'
'Hm, that's good news. If the rumor is true then we have to do something against it. Better be prepared than sorry,'
The man looked like he was talking to himself.
'Good work Comb, continue observing the Vendorians,'
The man said to the masked guy.
Comb gave a nod, bowed his head, and vanished in thin air.
'Will of the Golden God, huh? I wonder...'
A smile spread across his face, but the smile was not of excitement, rather it reflected evil.